The silence in the hall was suffocating, thick enough to strangle the very air from my lungs. I could still hear the echo of the strangers words whom I later learnt his name was Arden, his words were sharp, undeniable, too heavy to dismiss. But sounded too crazy to take to heart.

“You’re not just wolf,” he had said, voice steady, rich, and far too certain. “You’re something more. You’re Kin. Like me.”

The word still lingered in the air, dark and reverberating, as if it had ...