Emma's POV
His fingers dig into my shoulders, purple eyes boring straight into mine—and every heartbeat feels like it might be my last.
'Think. Think right now or it's over.'
A story took shape in my mind——about an old woman, faded silver hair, stories about some distant pack she'd come from before she married into ours.
I grab it like a lifeline.
"My grandmother." The words come out before I've fully decided to say them. My altered voice stays low, steady, even as my heart slams against my ribs hard enough to hurt. "She came from Silver Moon Pack. Decades ago, before I was born. I never went there myself—never had reason to. But that's probably why the resemblance." I hold his gaze and give a small, confused shrug. "Distant blood, maybe? I couldn't tell you which family. She never ta
