Chapter 41
I don't know how long I sat there staring at my name.
Could've been minutes. Could've been hours. Time felt like it had stopped completely the moment I saw those words: *Clara Nightshade—last surviving member of the direct Alpha bloodline.*
My brain kept trying to reject the information, like it was too big to process. Me? An alpha? From a pack that was supposed to be extinct?
This had to be some kind of mistake.
But as I looked around the room—at all these carefully preserved documents, at the obvious time and effort someone had put into maintaining these records—I knew it wasn't.
Someone had been tracking Blood Moon Pack survivors. Someone had been updating these genealogies. Someone knew exactly who I was and where I came from.
And it sure as hell wasn't me.
I forced
