Delilah POV
The trek up the Northern Mountains was rough even in werewolf form, but I was determined to meet the man that my mother had claimed to be my real father: the most powerful werewolf alive, Amedis the Shrouded.
If what she said was true, then why was it that I was of average strength for an Alpha bred werewolf? Even Alex Silver’s strength dwarfed mine and there was no proof he was a pure-blood like myself.
Whether I was the daughter of the last Ancient werewolf or not, I needed to make an alliance with him as such a werewolf by my side would make my pack unstoppable once my mother passed the title of Luna over to me.
I hoped she would do that soon, because if not, then I would have to take matters into my own hands.
