Chapter 173

Viktor pov

An hour ago.

I flipped through the pages of the book, my gaze fixed as I read in silence. The only sounds in the room were the steady ticking of the clock and the soft rustle of paper, but I tuned them out, my eyes following each word with concentration.

This book told the tales of white werewolves, detailing their origin, what made them special, and how they differed from others. It wa