Stephanie-The thought gnaws at me, chipping away at my trust in Rylan as a pack's leader. As I jot down the location of the book in myths and fairytales, my faith in his identity starts to waver, eclipsed by the possibility of deception.
I freeze in my tracks as I come across a line in the story, revealing that the entire pack had been slaughtered, leaving only one Alpha behind.
Many believed that this lone Alpha was to blame for the pack's demise. What struck me the most was that the Alpha depicted in the story bore a striking resemblance to Rylan.
Turning the page of the myth-bound book, I mutter, "Coincidences don't happen often in werewolf tales, do they?" The library's musty scent swirls around me, and the air hums with the weight of a thousand secrets tucked within the worn pages
