Theo
I carried Sofia back to the manor, her body limp in my arms. Her weight is compared to the weight pressing on my chest. I laid her gently on the guest bed, brushing damp hair strands from her pale face. Her breathing was steady, peaceful at last, but the silver glow surging through her earlier haunted me.
She wasn’t just a wolf. She wasn’t like me or any of my kind. The word returned to me like a curse and a prayer: Moonborn. I had seen strength in her that belonged to no ordinary wolf or human. She was something else, something the old scrolls had only whispered about.
I pulled a chair beside her bed and opened my laptop. Messages flashed across the screen as I reached out to every connection I trusted—elders, scholars, contacts outside my pack. Find me everything you can about Mo
