LYSANDER

Elena paced back and forth in the living room of the pack house, her mind a whirl of confusion and worry. Despite Damien's reassuring words, the heavy weight of her newfound identity refused to lift. The mystery of her lineage gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her thoughts kept drifting back to the same question: Who am I really?

Damien had left the pack house earlier that morning to attend a meeting with the councils handling important pack matters. She had kissed him goodbye, promising she'd rest and relax. But as soon as he was gone, the need for answers overwhelmed her. She had grown up with nothing—an orphan, treated like a slave by her old pack. She knew nothing about her real family or why she had this strange power coursing through her veins. It felt like a missing piece of her had just been revealed, and she couldn’t ignore it.

She knew Damien had wanted to protect her, to shield her from the dangers that knowledge might bring. But how c