Selene’s POV
Growing up, the tales of the white wolf bloodline had always seemed like something out of a fairy tale, whispered by my mother as bedtime stories that sparked the imagination of a curious young girl. According to legend, this ancient line of werewolves possessed healing abilities far superior to those of any ordinary creature of their kind and were known to pass down powerful memories from generation to generation. I remember lying in bed, eyes wide with wonder, as Mom described how these wolves could mend not just the body but the soul, using powers that bridged the gap between the physical and the mystical.
"But do we come from them, Mom?" I'd ask, always eager to place us within those tales of heroism and magic.
She'd smile, a soft, wistful expression that never reached her eyes, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Who knows, Selene? Maybe there's a bit of magic in us too."