Chapter Thirty Two

CHRIS

As the full moon cast an ethereal glow over the pack and the forest beyond, I found myself standing on the threshold of a revelation that could alter my perception of my past and reshape my future. The revelation that Cade, the man who had ordered Lucy to kill me and the so-called leader of the rogues, was none other than my long-lost uncle.

A mix of curiosity and nervousness pulsed through my veins as I made my way to my mother's quarters, determined to confront my mother and unearth the truth about this mysterious connection.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. The scent of lavender, my mother's favourite fragrance, still lingered in the air, bringing a sense of familiarity that brought both comfort and unease.

"Mother, "I called out, my voice carrying a tinge of nervous anticipation. I found her sitting in her favorite armchair, engrossed in a worn book, its pages filled with the tales of their ancestral werewolf lineage. The lines etched on her face