Disclaimer: Spellings errors in Evelyn’s dialogues are intentional.
A Lycan?
Lucy’s heart raced as the realization crept through her bones.
She tried to trace her memories back — to dusty old school lessons about ancient wolves, about Lycans who once ruled the werewolf world.
Powerful. Proud. Mythical.
Now... nothing but a forgotten whisper in history textbooks.
Why is my memory so clouded? she thought desperately, hugging herself tighter under the cold light of the full moon.
Slowly it dawned on her — the sheer rarity of a white wolf.
She had been so enchanted by Emery’s shimmering coat, so distracted by the rush of her first shift, that she had missed the true weight of what it meant.
Only one white wolf was ever known —
Queen Sarah, daughter of the Moon Goddess herself.
Lucy
