Estella sat quietly, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of disbelief and wonder. The weight of the truth she had just learned still clung to her chest like a heavy cloak—she was a descendant of the royal pack. It was almost too much to wrap her head around. She, who had grown up in isolation with barely any ties to the outside world, was tied by blood to a lineage of power, a legacy lost to time… or hidden.
Her eyes drifted across the quiet room, but she wasn't truly seeing anything. Instead, a memory surfaced from the depths of her mind—her grandfather. A stern man, wise and unyielding in his ways, he had insisted that their family live far from civilization. He'd chosen a remote, quiet place in the middle of nowhere, away from other packs, from modern life, from everything. She had always believed it was simply his way, a quirk of his age or perhaps a trauma he never shared. But now…
