Yena’s POV
The last two weeks passed in a haze. Dimitri stayed close and helped me learn more about myself and the power growing inside me. He brought me a grimoire and told me it contained all the Yenorian magic I needed to understand what I truly was.
I read through the pages every day, trying to grasp the knowledge of who I had become. The Yenorian bloodline traced back centuries, beginning with my ancestor Yenora, the first moon born and the mother of lunar magic.
The text described her as the first to master the ways of the moon, a discipline known as the Selenic Arts.
I looked up at Dimitri, who leaned against the table across from me, watching as I turned each page.
“So you are telling me my ancestor is the reason werewolves were created?” I asked him, and he nodded as he stepp
