#Chapter 91: The White Wolf

Aria I couldn’t breathe. Me? A werewolf? A purebred werewolf? My hand trembled as I stared at the test results that were still clutched in my grasp. Everything in the room felt too close, too loud, too suffocating—even though it had fallen eerily silent. I still couldn’t believe it. The doctor’s test results were clear, indicating that he had been mistaken in his original tests, and yet… It felt like a prank. Or worse, a dream that I would soon wake up from. “This can’t be real,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I even realized I had spoken them aloud. My voice felt distant and foggy, like it belonged to someone else. Darren pulled me closer. “It’s real, Aria,” he murmured in my ear. “The blood oath worked. That’s all the proof anyone needs.” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “But I’ve been human my entire life. How—” My breath hitched as I looked around the room. “How is this even possible?” No one answer