Fangs and Secrets
ho could it be? She showed the message to Kellan and her moth
now. Meet me at the old park at mid
just go there alone."Kira's face
it, Astrid. It's
ar, something inside her insisted that this was important. "I need to know wh
going, you're not going alone. We'll
As midnight approached, Astrid made her
lent. She stood by the large oak tree, the on
st as doubt began to creep in, a
ce both commanding and otherworldly."Astrid," the woman said softl
ath caught.
, her eyes a mixture of sadness and pride. "I've
other? Why now?"Selene sighed
uldn't tell you. You're in grave danger, Astrid, and you
ou mean? What heritage?"Selene s
e most ancient and influential werewolf families. Your powers are a result of t
r, and an inexplicable sense of destiny. "
orn, forces within the werewolf community sought to use your power for their o
h questions, but one stoo
rust in those who care for you, and uncover the secrets of you
thing. "We don't have much time. They'll be coming for you soon.
leaving Astrid alone, her heart pounding with ne
led with concern. "What did she say?" Kellan asked.Astrid took a deep breath, her resolv
wrapped her arms around Astrid, her voice
n this fight. As they walked back home, Kira was lost in thought. S
that the past she had tried so hard to
rustling in the bushes. She stopped, turnin
d asked, noticing the chan
silhouette tall and imposing against the moonlight. His eyes glowed
e a mixture of relief and u
back, her heart rac
andsome, with sharp features and a confident demeanor that made Ast
strid and Xavier, his expressio
t to use her powers for their own gain. There's much you do
in Xavier's tone. "If you know so much, then
tand, but time is of the essence. Astrid, please
feeling that he was telling the truth. She glanced at he
d hushed voices echoed through the park. Xavier's eye
they reached the edge of the park, Xavier stopped, his eyes scann
were about to change forever. The secrets of her past were unrav
xture of concern and something deeper. "There's so much you need to know, Astrid.
a strange sense of comf
only the beginning of a journey that would
ed, biding his time. The true battle was yet to come, and
dden behind a bookshelf. With cautious steps, she ventured deeper into the dimly
r, revealing a hidden chamber bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Dust
f ancient tomes, intricate artifacts, and faded portraits lining the walls. But it
d the chest and lifted its lid, reveal
ed photograph-a portrait of a young couple, their fa