Thelma's POV
The antidote had worked. I could feel my strength returning, my wolf finally able to push back against the poison. But something was wrong.
James stood by my bed, smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. And there was something in his hand, hidden behind his back.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice too casual.
"Better," I said carefully, not sitting up fully despite wanting to. "Where's Xavier?"
"He'll be back soon. Had to take care of something urgent." James moved closer. "Thelma, I need to ask you something. Those past lives you have memories of... do you remember anything about a prophecy? Something called the Silver Wolf?"
Every instinct I had screamed danger. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. Xavier mentioned you might know things from your past lives.
