Chapter 62

• It was all so confusing. My mind kept circling around Ayla, who had been acting strangely since yesterday. Elder Rosalie’s smile was calm, warm even—not exactly understanding, but gentle enough to soothe.
• “It’s natural to have questions, especially for an omega,” she said, her gaze drifting toward the sky. “Our world is complex—steeped in tradition, layered with power, and delicate in balance.”
• Her hands reached for mine, tracing the lines on my palms. Cold. Surprising, but not unpleasant. “Werewolves are the legacy of our forefathers, passed down through magic. We are born of creation, not of birth.”