“Of course,” she said, leading me into an empty classroom that felt unsettling in its silence, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
“The Alpha claims he can sense my wolf,” I started, my words tumbling out in a rush. “That’s typical among werewolves; we can all feel each other's presence. But he insists there’s something else within me—something he can’t quite place. What does that mean?” I fixed my gaze on her, desperately searching for answers.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she stammered, her voice quivering slightly.
“Come on, I think you know exactly what I mean,” I pressed, frustration bubbling to the surface. Her reaction had confirmed my worst fears.
“Madison, that was a long time ago. I’d rather just forget about it,” she insisted, vigorously shaking her
