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LEO POV

I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling as I unfolded the aged parchment. The words, though faded with time, were written in an elegant script that was unmistakably my mother’s. Her name, “Bridget,” was etched at the bottom of the page. As I began to read, the world around me faded into the background, and I was transported back in time.

The forest surrounding me disappeared, replaced by a vivid memory that I had long buried. I was no longer Leo but a silent witness to my mother’s past.

“Bridget,” I thought, my heart aching with the realization that I was about to learn her secrets.

In my mother’s own words, the story of her life unfolded before me. It was a tale of a lineage steeped in ancient werewolf secrets, a heritage that had been passed down for generations.

Bridget, my mother, had been one of the leading warriors in the Blue Crest Pack, a name that still carried weight among our kind. Her prowess in combat was legendary, and her loyalty to the pack was unwavering.

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