"One eye," Bastien repeated, his voice hollow. "Only his left eye turns violet. The other remains black."
The dining room fell silent. Outside, the night was pitch black, pressing against the windows like a physical weight.
"Diluted blood," Luca mused, tapping his chin. "He has the lineage, but not the purity. That explains why he’s unstable. Why he’s cruel."
"And Igor?" Liam asked. "He didn't show any signs on the field."
"Dante killed him too fast," Jack grunted. "Didn't give him a chance to power up."
I sat at the table, staring at my hands. One eye. Dimitri Stratovsky, the Alpha of the Basilisk Pack, was a partial Lycan. A hybrid. Like me, but broken.
"So the First Bloodline isn't extinct," Reagan whispered, looking at me. "It's just... hiding."
"Hiding in plain sight," Jordan c
