Chapter 82 Who Exactly Is Your Father?

• As we continued to howl, the energy flowing through me felt both exhilarating and terrifying. It was as if something ancient and wild was trying to break free from within me. The pack responded to my howls with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't just getting caught up in the moment—this was something more. Something real.
• The night air was cool against my fur, the crisp autumn breeze carrying the scent of fallen leaves and earth. The moon hung high above, casting a silvery glow over everything. The light made the forest look otherworldly, the shadows deep and full of secrets. The pack's howls echoed through the trees, a haunting melody that resonated deep within my bones.
• Walking beside Ella, I couldn't shake the feeling of awe and confusion that had taken hold of me. Her howl—it had been unlike anything I'd ever heard from a human. It was pure, powerful, and undeniably werewolf. I glanced at her frequently, my mind racing with possibilities. Could she really be one of us, hidden in plain sight all this time? The thought both excited and bewildered me.