Alex POV
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the McKinnley estate grounds. Alex stood by the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and damp earth mingling with the crisp night air. She had always felt a pull toward the wilderness, but tonight, it felt different—more profound, as if the secrets of her lineage whispered through the rustling leaves.
Her mind buzzed with the revelations of the evening. Werewolves. Guardians. The weight of her heritage settled upon her shoulders, both daunting and exhilarating. She had always sensed there was more to her existence, and now, standing under the moon’s watchful gaze, it all made sense.
"Mason," she called softly, turning to find him approaching from behind. His silhouette was outlined against the moonlight, his expression
