The morning sun was pale against the thick mist that blanketed the Blood Moon Pack’s lands. Lucy sat on a stone bench near the training grounds, her thoughts circling Karl’s cryptic words. She had tried to sleep after their conversation, but the idea that she wasn’t just a wolf—or perhaps not even a wolf at all—kept her wide awake.
The crunch of boots on gravel drew her attention. She looked up to see Karl approaching, his presence as commanding as ever. His sharp blue eyes locked onto hers, and Lucy’s pulse quickened.
“We need to talk,” he said simply.
She stood, crossing her arms. “You said that last night, and all it did was leave me more confused.”
Karl’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “Then I’ll be clearer.” He gestured for her to follow him.
They walked in silence, the cold air
