Jo's Point of View
The memory hit me hard, barreling through the carefully constructed walls of my mind with relentless force. It wasn't just a recollection; it was a visceral reliving of the trauma of watching my mother die in front of me. And then, mercifully, oblivion claimed me. I slipped away into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness, the memories fading into nothingness as my mind shut down to protect itself from the onslaught of trauma. But then, I started to spiral.
I am a werewolf. My parents were murdered. Lennox saved me, and has tried to protect me all of these years. I was always more than a simple possession to him, so much more but I never knew. He never told me.
Wesley, a werewolf, served as my guardian. Spectral warriors had observed me from a distance throughout
