Lily POV
I sat on the garden bench, watching my uncle Tobias's face as he seemed to gather his thoughts. The birds chirped in the distance, and I could feel the weight of his upcoming words hanging in the air between us.
Finally, he turned to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow.
"Lily," he said, his voice quiet but firm, "what I'm about to tell you will change everything you thought you knew about yourself." He took a deep breath. "You are the last blood of the ancient royal family of the werewolves."
I stared at him, certain I'd misheard. "The what?"
"The royal family," he repeated. "The true rulers of all werewolves."
A laugh escaped me, but it died quickly when I saw the serious expression on his face. "That's impossible. How can I be the last blood? Aren’t you
