Eliana POV

"Can you explain that?" Noah asks, irking a brow at Robert as he nears me. I shift in my seat.

"When our kind was created, there were Royals among us. They had abilities given by our Goddess and told to look after the race. They were closest to Her. A civil war broke out between us werewolves and the Royals were exploited until near extinction. They had the power of the Moon, to influence werewolves to do their bidding but when used too long it drained their life sources." He says, looking at me carefully.

So this is in my blood and everyone who could teach me how...