Alaric stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his school uniform with a practiced hand. His mind, however, was far from the mundane task. He reached for the small, red cross pendant lying on his dresser. The pendant had always been a source of strength for him—a symbol of protection passed down through his family. As he fastened it around his neck, the faint pulse of power emanating from the pendant reminded him of the legacy he carried. Today, like every day since Lucy had been cursed, that weight felt heavier.
His thoughts wandered back to the message he had received the night before—a cryptic, anonymous text naming one of the werewolf families responsible for cursing his little sister. He still wasn't sure who had sent it, but it had given him a lead, and now, he was determined to get more answers.
