I stood before the leader of the rebels, heart pounding in my chest. He had just revealed to me that I was a rare and powerful werewolf, with abilities beyond what anyone thought possible. My mind was reeling, trying to process the information he had just given me. But before I could even speak, he said, "I'm not done with you yet, Alice. Come with me."
He led me through the winding corridors of the underground rebel base, until we reached a small, enclosed room. "This is where we'll be safe to talk," he said, locking the door behind us.
I looked around the room, taking in its sparse furnishings. "What else do you need to tell me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
"You belong to a long-lost bloodline of werewolves," he said. "Your ancestors were the guardians of a powerful artifact,
