Elena’s Daughter’s POV
"You three have been feeding information to the packs about incoming attacks." The accusation left my lips before I could stop it.
"We send word to Alpha Damien. He handles the rest." Asher’s response was matter-of-fact.
Tears burned behind my eyes and began streaming down my fur-covered face. The saltiness mixed with the unfamiliar texture of my new form.
I turned away from Asher’s gaze. He didn’t need to witness my breakdown.
Wolves were supposed to be my enemy. Everything I’d been taught said I should despise them. Yet here I was, transformed into the very thing I’d been raised to hunt.
"Follow me." Asher stepped beside me, his tone gentler now.
After a moment of hesitation, I trailed behind him to a nearby stream.
He gestured toward the water with his snout. I approached cautiously and stared at my reflection. A white face gazed back, marked with black patches beneath my chin and scattered across my body.
"Elena is pure white. Damien is completely black. You’re a perfect blend of both. I’ve never witnessed coloring like yours in my lifetime." Asher’s voice held genuine amazement.
"I knew nothing about their missing daughter until my assignment to infiltrate their pack." The admission felt hollow.
"That was intentional. Your entire existence has been carefully orchestrated. You grew up on military installations, completely isolated from this world. They placed you in the Obsidian pack to manipulate Elena. They understood that seeing you would trigger her maternal instincts.
You’ve been their weapon from the beginning. The Hunters knew they could use you to destroy the most powerful pack in the country. Elena would never harm her own child. She’d die before raising a hand against you." Asher’s explanation hit like physical blows.
"My whole life has been built on hating them. Now I’m supposed to accept that I am one?" The question tore from my throat.


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