“His mate was a Scottish woman. A human.”
“A human? That's not how the legend is telt,” I said with a frown.
“Aye, because we shifters think we’re superior to humans. It’s telt the way it wuz tae keep the masses happy and a ‘pure’ bloodline,” Da said in disgust.
“Yer Da’s right. We keep the diary locked away,” my maw said, taking a long sip of her drink. “Ah knew when yer mate was human that she wuz summin’ special.”
“Even if she could’nae shift or bond wae me, she is special,” I said stiffly.
My da chuckled. “Aye? Ewan and Callum telt us how ‘special’ she wuz tae yae. Yae were bloody feral, son.”
My maw snickered and nudged my da’s shoulder. “The pictures of her shrine were the best.”
I felt my cheeks heat up as Nia giggled.
“Just get on wae the story,” I mumbled under my breath while plotting Ewan and Callum’s death.
“The Wulver wasn’t just a brute. He was the first to bond with a human—marked her, mated her, and when her body couldn’thold his change, the bond remade her,” she said, glancing at Nia. “A bond so strong that it altered her. Just like Nia.”
“They say she rose fae the loch, covered in silver light and fur, her scream shaking the earth as the shift took her,” Da added before shrugging his shoulders. “That might huv been a wee bit embellished.”
“Aye, Nia switched intae her first shift like a pro,” Maw grinned proudly.
“I don't know how it happened,” Nia said, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe it herself. “All I could think of was Willow trying to push me away from Lyall and Conall—it made me want to rip her throat out,”
“She was the first, and now there is you. It’s said she had eleven healthy pups.”
Nia choked. “Eleven?!”
“Aye, the most fertile. We’re lucky if we can huv’ one pup let alone multiple pups,” Maw said before she looked at me. “We tried so hard fur another after yae, but am looking forward tae hawd ma grandweans.”
“Aye, ah cannae wait tae chase ma wee rascals aboot,” Da said, but there was longing in his voice beneath the humour.
Nia leaned into me, her fingers brushing my neck. The bond hummed between us, gliding and entwining together.
Love, devotion, and a future full of pups.
“I think this is why I'm not allergic to Conall’s fur,” Nia said, sitting up like she had a revelation.
My parents began to chuckle while I grinned at her, and Conall went in a huff.
Chapter 36
Nia
One Month Later
Nothing should have changed, yet everything had. I found my place in the world. I’d never belonged anywhere, not fully. Too sharp-edged for home. Too soft for work. Caught in the in-between.
Until Lyall. The shifter who stalked me. Obsessed over me. Infiltrated my life one calculated step at a time until he wormed his way into my home.
I found my place in his heart. Through our bond. With Conall’s unwavering devotion at my side. For once, I wasn’t too much of anything. I was exactly where I belonged.
The pack were cautious of me. That didn’t last long.
Lyall’s threat to exile anyone who had a problem with me being an ex-human was issued during the last pack meeting with his claws extended and his Alpha power booming through the forest.
His parents had become my staunchest supporters. They let the true Wulver legend seep in quietly, in whispers and shared glances. The old story, the forgotten one. The one where the firstshifter didn’t choose another wolf. He chose a human. And she became something more.