Chapter 43

• I sat in Alaric's chair, recounting everything Garron had told me about the Moon born. Alaric stood nearby, his arms crossed, listening intently. His expression was thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as I spoke about the old man’s story of ancient werewolf bloodlines and the power passed down through my family.
• “So, that’s what he said,” I finished, feeling a strange mixture of confusion and wonder. “He called me a Moon born, with power that came from the Moon goddess herself.”
• Alaric nodded slowly, absorbing my words. “It makes sense,” he admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “After the night you were taken, I felt a change in you. Your power had fully awakened, but it wasn’t the same as a werewolf’s. You had this… force, this energy, that was different.”