Stella was shocked and confused. What was that all about?
The man from earlier started to approach her, taking slow steps.
“Who are you?” Stella asked.
The man reached her side, took her hand, kissed it, and looked into her eyes.
“I am your faithful servant, Lord Tristan Knight.”
“And what do you have to do with me?” she asked.
“I’m sorry. I know you are confused. But I will explain. Earlier you turned into a werewolf, right?”
“I didn’t.”
“You did. "Didn’t you feel strange sensations and increased strength and abilities that were not normal?” he asked.
She was about to deny again when the memories of before came flooding back. Back at the Alucard mansion where she had killed the sons. Now it wasn’t just a memory of them being killed, but a memory of her transformation resurfaced, and she now understood why they had been so scared and how she had easily killed them. Then the memory of her fleeing and how fast she had run. Now she understood it had not been a normal speed. She had run as fast as lightning, and that was why she had found herself deep in a forest she did not recognize, and then she remembered how she had turned into a werewolf to fight this man.
“Argh!” She cried, her head hurting from such information.
“I understand this is new to you, and it might be hard to believe because you lived all your life in the human world, but I will explain it all to you,” Tristan said.
And then he explained everything to her. They were in a world of werewolves and she was one. The werewolves were a race of half human and half wolves. The werewolves were divided into packs, with an Alpha and Luna as the heads. This place they currently take her to the palace of the Bowden pack. Not only were they divided into packs, the packs had a hierarchy and there were the seven highest packs that ruled the werewolf world.
These seven families and packs ruled the werewolf world with the Bowden pack at the head of the table. So the Bowden pack was the head of the werewolf world.
“And you are a Donovan, one of the seven families who rule this world,” Tristan said.
“What? How do you know that?”
“Your necklace,” Kaiden said, “It reflected when you became a werewolf. Only werewolves from that family have that necklace and the necklace only reflects when it is in their family. So you are one of them.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she said.
“It’s the truth.”
“You are a Donovan and a werewolf. You even have the necklace only the heirs to that pack have,” said Kaiden.
“I still don’t believe it.”
“She looks just like Estrella, doesn’t she Tristan?” Kaiden asked Tristan.
“Absolutely. If it weren’t for her feisty nature, I would have thought she was Estrella.”
What?
“How do you know my mother’s name?” she asked.
They looked at her and said nothing. Could they be telling the truth?
As she stood in the center of the grand hall, all eyes fixated on her. Whispers swirled like smoke, thick with suspicion and old resentment. The air was tense, and she could feel the weight of every gaze pressing into her skin like needles. The council members sat in a semi-circle, flanked by high-ranking wolves and elders from the Bowden pack.
“She must be a spy,” one of the elders said coldly, his lip curled in disdain. “Sent by the Donovan pack.”
“What?” she blinked, utterly confused. “A spy? What are you talking about?”
Murmurs rippled through the room. She scanned the faces before her—some curious, others openly hostile. They looked at her like she was a ticking bomb.
“She’s probably here to finish what her family started,” another voice muttered. “It’s too convenient, her just showing up like this.”
Kaiden stepped forward, arms folded. “She doesn’t look like a spy. Honestly, she seems way too dumb to pull that off.”
Her head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?” she snapped. “Say that again and I’ll show you just how ‘dumb’ I can be.”
“See?” Tristan added, lifting his hands. “Feisty, but definitely not clever enough to sneak into our territory with a plan.”
The room erupted into bickering. Some of the elders shook their heads, others nodded in agreement. Voices rose, overlapping in a chorus of distrust and clashing opinions.
“She’s a Donovan! That alone is reason enough to be cautious.”
“She’s just a girl—maybe she didn’t even know.”
“That’s what they “want” us to think.”
Finally, Kaiden raised his hand, silencing the room with a single authoritative motion. His voice was calm but firm. “Twenty years ago, the Donovans waged war against us. They tried to overthrow the Bowden clan, destroy our way of life. We lost good people—family. That kind of history doesn’t just disappear.”
She looked at them all, stunned. “I didn’t know… I didn’t even know I was part of any pack until now. I swear I’m not a spy!”
Despite her protests, the distrust in the room remained palpable.
“We’ve made peace with the Donovans,” one of the older councilwomen finally said. “But wounds that deep doesn’t heal overnight. Still, the girl’s done nothing… yet. We’ll keep her here until her family comes to claim her.”
The decision was met with murmurs of reluctant agreement.
“She’s clearly clueless about the werewolf world,” another added. “She’ll need guidance while she’s here.”
A murmur of amusement passed through the room when the councilwoman’s eyes landed on Tristan. “We’ll place her under Tristan’s care. He can teach her what she needs to know.”
“Absolutely not,” Kaiden interrupted sharply, stepping forward. “I’ll oversee her myself.”
Tristan arched his brow. “Are you sure, Alpha? This is hardly your responsibility.”
Kaiden’s eyes never left hers. “It is now.”
She scowled. “I don’t want him watching me.”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Didn’t realize you had a choice.”
A few chuckles echoed in the background, but she crossed her arms and pouted like a child denied dessert. “This sucks.”
“You’ll live,” Kaiden said dryly.
“You don’t have to waste your time on something so trivial,” one of his Betas spoke up. “You’re the Alpha.”
Kaiden shrugged. “Maybe. But I don’t like leaving loose ends. I’ll keep an eye on her myself.”
And with that, the decision was final. She would remain under Kaiden’s care and supervision until her family was contacted and arrived. Whether she liked it or not.