The room erupted into chaos, whispers, and gasps spreading like wildfire. The old man's eyes widened, his face pale.

"A werewolf?" he repeated, his voice trembling. "How? Isn't she a human?" "No, she's not."

I stood frozen, my heart racing. What is Aunt Margaret trying to do? Why did she only mention my werewolf side and not my witch part?

Her eyes locked onto mine, a hint of mischief sparkling within. "Welcome back, my queen. I have been awaiting your presence."

Tears pricked at the corners of ...