Aurora blinked, her surprise hidden just beneath the surface.
Few people outside pack land knew her background, and this man seemed to know more than she'd expected.
Quickly calculating, she tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping as she said quietly, "Then you must be a werewolf too."
Ethan gave a subtle nod. "I am."
He reached for her hand again, this time lifting it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across the top. It was a formal greeting, one she knew well from werewolf traditions.
"Ethan Davis," he added, introducing himself with a respectful tone.
Aurora's eyes widened, and it took everything in her not to let her jaw drop.
Ethan Davis? How could she not have recognized him immediately?
He was a legend—one of the most celebrated actors in the industry, a megastar whose name echoed across Hollywood.
