The morning after Lupa arrived, the packhouse was quiet, but tense in a different way. No shadows, no attacks, just questions lingering in the air. People moved carefully, stealing glances at me, at Lupa, at Asher. Even Dennis seemed unsettled.
I sat near the fireplace, hands wrapped around a warm mug of coffee, while Lupa paced slowly in front of me. Her gaze was calm now, but there was a weight in her expression, like she carried decades of fear and guilt.
“I want you to understand the bloodline.” Lupa said finally, her voice low but steady. “Everything that happened with the shadows, the power you have, your parents… it all comes from us. From our family.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “Then tell me. All of it. I need to know.”
She took a deep breath, then began. “Your father… he’s str
