As dawn broke over Elwood after Lilith’s tearful confrontation with Marcus, painting the forest in hues of gold and amber, the beta’s estate was cloaked in a tense quiet. A couple of hours later, the air inside the alpha’s private chamber crackled with urgency. Marcus stood before Alpha Torren and Gamma Greg, as Jackson rushed with urgency into the office after being called from school, his face etched with the weight of secrets long buried. The room, lined with ancient tapestries depicting werewolf victories, seemed to pulse with the gravity of what he was about to say.
“She’s awakened her wolf,” Marcus announced, his voice steady but heavy. “It’s Lirien.”
The words hung like a storm cloud. Torren’s eyes widened, mirroring Marcus’s own shock from hours earlier when Lilith had confessed.
