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It was all confusing to me. I also planned on asking her about Naya, who has been behaving weirdly since yesterday. Elder Rosalie's smile remained understanding. Well, not exactly understanding, but warm. "It's natural to have questions, especially when you're an omega." She raised her eyes to the heavens. "Our world is complex, filled with traditions and a delicate balance of power." She picked up my hands, tracing the lines on my palm. Her hands were surprisingly cold. "Werewolves are the traditions passed down by our forefathers to us. We are magic. created and born of no one."
I scoffed at her words. Did she always talk like this or what? "Why…"
"I know what you are thinking right now."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I speak like an old woman; I don't look lik
