The elder’s words echoed in my mind long after he disappeared back into the shadows, leaving me alone in the archives. “The pack won’t stand for what you’ve become…” “No, but you will be..”
His warning wasn’t just about the pack’s suspicions—it was a threat. They saw me as a danger, and they were ready to act.
I paced the stone floor, my mind racing. I had uncovered the truth in those ancient texts—about Elijah’s plan, about the dark power he had awakened in me—but now, I had even more to fear.
Not only was I caught in Elijah’s and Damian’s struggle for control, but the pack was turning against me. They wouldn’t wait long before making their move. The fractures within the pack were deepening, and I was at the center of it all.
I have to act now.
There was no time to waste. Elijah want
