Elara's POV
"Mom." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Is that what wolves look like? When they shift?"
"Yes."
"They're so—" She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. "Do I have that? In my blood? Because of Dad?"
I tightened my hand around hers.
"You do," I said. "Your father is a silver wolf, one of the strongest bloodlines there is. Whether your wolf awakens, and when—" I stopped. "I don't know. I can't promise you it will."
I looked down at her. "But it's in you. Whatever comes of it."
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she looked at me gently. She'd noticed something in my face I hadn't meant to show.
"Being human is good too," she said. "Mom. It's okay."
The white wolf lunged.
Samuel moved fast, faster than I expected, but not fast enough. Orion's jaws closed ar
