nsion, the room felt suffocated to her due to the weight of everything she had learned over the past few days.

nd dusty journals that seemed to vibrate with an energy she couldn't understand. There, they had met a werewolf professor named Eamon. He was old, his silver h

. A story that had been k

low. "It's an ancient mark. It's connected to a prophecy. A prophecy t

n her chest. "A proph

someone from a bloodline long forgotten, will play a key role in the fate of the werewolf world.

unite or destroy the packs?" she asked with a whisper o

ut what will happen, only that you will have the power to choose. You are now faced with the decisions so cho

search of answers, for the truth about several disappearances she had noticed, and now she

id while shaking her head. "How do I make a choic

tory. But none of them were like you. You are a bridge between the human and werewolf worlds. Your bloodline has been hidden fo

eems obscene. She had grown up in a world where humans and werewolves were separat

inside her. "I'm just a journalist. I'm trying to unco

oodline connected you to both sides. The rogues want you because they believe you can help them overthrow the Alpha Pack. Dane's pack want

s, and dangerous. But Dane's pack wasn't much better-they were all about maintaining control, about keeping the werewolf world hidden f

ice. "I can't choose among them. I don't even know if

than you think. The power inside you is already beginning to awaken. But you must control it, Mira. It is

se, Dane appeared at the entrance of the library, his eyes sharp and alert. He looked with more a

ase?" Mira asked, her h

s. "We are in trouble," he said quie

r throat. She had a feelin

had been written in haste. Mira's eyes went through the mess

alive. Brin

dead. Not captured. Alive. The message was clear, she was a p

y 'alive'?" Mira ask

y want to use you, Mira. They think you can help the

d, the rogues would be after her. And Dane's pack wouldn't let her go either. They w

she asked, with a

with my pack, and fight for the balance we've worked so hard to maintain. Or you can go to the

elf for being able to find answers, on also for uncovering the truth whenever needed. But

d and it weighed heavily on her, Mira knew that no matter

attention. Footsteps. Silent but heavy. The rogues were alr