'Since you shared a secret with me, let me share one with you. That Demon lord or whatever his name is, is your forefather' Her mother's words hung heavy in the air, their gravity threatening to shatter the fragile remnants of Judith's composure.
Judith stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as the weight of the revelation settled upon her like an oppressive fog.
The words echoed through her mind, resonating with a mix of shock, confusion, and a deep-rooted sense of betrayal.
How could this be true? How could the Demon Lord, the embodiment of evil that had haunted packs, be woven into the very fabric of her ancestry?
It was as if the world had shifted beneath her feet, leaving her teetering on the precipice of an unknown abyss.
She struggled to grasp the enormity of the secret that had been kept from her, a secret that tainted her bloodline with the sins of her forefathers.
