I isolated myself in my room for an entire week, unable to face the world after what I had discovered. It wasn’t my powers that shocked me—I had always been aware of them. What truly unsettled me was the revelation about my own identity.
The memory of my betrayal haunted me. I had taken the life of my own kind—for a wolf. I killed a vampire to save a werewolf.
I struggled to understand myself. When I saw the male wolf being thrown aside by the female vampire, my entire being reacted. It was as if my blood boiled, my rage igniting instantly at the sight of him in pain. No one could harm him.
The last thought that crossed my mind made me curse myself.
I couldn't deny the truth any longer—there was a part of me that refused to see him suffer.
I wasn’t naive. I wasn’t some clueless prince
