Ash’s POV
The classroom was already loud before the professor even finished writing on the board. Everyone was talking at once, passing notes, laughing too loud. I just sat there, staring at my notebook like the ink would swallow me if I focused hard enough.
My heart was pounding too fast, too loud.
“The Silverbornes,” the professor said, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. “Or as many call them, the Silver Wolves.”
My stomach twisted.
He kept talking, pacing in front of the class like he was telling a story instead of history. “Their blood was said to be mixed with pure silver, a metal poisonous to other wolves. It made them faster, stronger, unpredictable. Some say they were born from the very bosom of the moon goddess herself.”
Someone behind me whistled low. “Creepy
