Thomas’s POV
For a moment, I felt like I was floating — suspended somewhere between disbelief and wonder. My heart raced, my thoughts tangled.
“Fully werelion and fully witch?” I repeated slowly, hardly believing my own words. “Is that even possible?”
She gave a small, knowing smile. “Yes, I am,” she said simply, her voice calm, steady — as if the impossible had always been part of her truth.
I blinked, my mind trying to wrap itself around the revelation. “How… how is that even possible?” I finally managed to ask.
Nelly’s lips curved into a faint chuckle, and the sound rolled through the air like soft music. “I know,” she said, amusement glinting in her greenish-hazel eyes. “It’s something difficult to understand because it’s unheard of. Even my parents didn’t know how to explain it.
