Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Scarlett’s POV

Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."

As he spoke, Michael's words painted a vivid picture of a family consumed by a sinister legacy.

"Throughout their family's history, each new generation had a strong leader, like a powerful wolf, who was very determined," Michael explained. He sounded really sad and burdened when he spoke. I couldn't look away from him, and I felt a mix of worry and curiosity.

"This Swiftclaw is the most recent leader from that family, and he not only got their physical strength but also the su