Emilia’s POV
As I finish speaking, Alexander’s gaze lingers on me, his expression a mix of contemplation and resignation. “She’s not really in the power to do but yes, it is undeniable that she doesn’t show much concern for them.”
“And there’s something else,” Alexander adds, his tone shifting slightly. “Did you not notice that she doesn’t have a werewolf scent?”
His words catch me off guard, and I find myself trailing back to my encounter with Sophia. A sudden realization dawns upon me, and my eyes widen with astonishment. It all makes sense now. Sophia, the woman I had met, couldn’t have been a werewolf because she lacked the distinct scent that accompanies our kind.
A mixture of shock and understanding settles within me, and I turn to face Alexander, my voice trembling with realizat
