Danielle's POV
Edward and I were left alone in the room, a quiet moment amid the storm of revelations. I looked at him, my father, still trying to grasp the reality of our connection. "So, tell me everything, Dad. About Talon Pack, the Dark Knights, and why they betrayed us."
He took a deep breath, a heaviness settling in his gaze. "Talon Pack and the Dark Knights were once allies. We fought side by side, our packs bound by a shared history that traced back to the first known pack of werewolves, an ancient lineage."
As he spoke, the room seemed to fade away, and I was transported into a world of werewolf politics and legacies. "Our ancestors were entrusted with mystical artifacts, gifts from the gods that enhanced our powers. But power, Danielle, has a way of corrupting even the noblest
