“Keep reading,” Morana said softly.
So I did.
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In my loneliness, I found a friend.
Her name was Morana. She was older and wise. She had long silver hair and eyes that seemed to see into my soul. She had just returned from a long journey. She hadn’t known Fenric had gotten married in her absence.
When she met me, her reaction was strange. She frowned and said, “But you are a werewolf. Why would Fenric marry one of your kind?”
Before I could ask more, Fenric appeared and quickly pulled her away.
Something passed between them. Something secret.
When I asked Morana about it later, she brushed it aside. “I was only surprised. I didn’t expect Fenric to find his mate.”
But her tone was uneasy. She knew something. She was hiding it.
Then, one night, I saw her fix a broken vase wit
