Selene's POV

The days passed slowly.

I trained with Rowan every morning, honing my combat skills. I studied with him every afternoon, learning about the White Wolf bloodline. And every night, I meditated, deepening my connection to the power that now lived within me.

It was exhausting. But it was necessary.

The silver scars on my arms had faded, but they never disappeared completely. They were a permanent reminder of what I had become—and what I still had to learn.

One morning, Rowan called me to his side.

"It is time," he said. "Time for you to learn about the seven packs."

I looked up from my training. "The seven...