Baiting the Beast

Eleanor perched on the edge of a window seat, her knees drawn up to her chest, her gaze fixed on the sliver of the moon peeking through the clouds. The weight of the revelation from the Welling chamber pressed down on her. No longer just Eleanor Lockwood, she was now Alpha of the Lockwood pack, a burden she hadn't sought but one she had nonetheless accepted. Recognition dawned on her, not long ago, the affairs of the pack, the whispers of ancient curses and looming threats, had held no interest for her. She'd craved a life beyond the boundaries of the Lockwood legacy, a life free from the drama that seemed to perpetually swirl around the family. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.