Lyla
I stared at the naked humans who moments ago had been Wolves, confusion replacing my exhaustion. This wasn't what I expected. Ferals weren't supposed to revert to human form—they were supposed to become normal wolves again.
"How is this possible?" I asked the man who seemed to be their leader. "I thought Ferals lost their humanity completely."
"We were never truly Ferals," he explained. "Not in the traditional sense. We're..."
"Aureans?" I suggested, a wild theory forming in my mind. "Neriah's people from the Northern Forests?"
The leader shook his head. "No. We come from different packs and regions. We have nothing in common except for how we were turned."
"How?" I pressed, fascinated despite my exhaustion.
"The Dark One seduces you," a woman said, stepping forward without shame in her nakedness. "He dangles your deepest desire before you, changing your mind bit by bit."
