"I… I guess so," Megan replied, her voice soft, her shoulders lifting in a reluctant shrug. She honestly hadn't expected him to take it this well. "I don't know enough to say for sure. Only my sister —she understands it better than I do. But…" She met his eyes, steady despite the heaviness behind her words. "You'll have to try to live with the wolf now. Whether you like it or not… you're stuck with each other."
The hunter's brows drew together. He looked away briefly, jaw tightening as if trying to digest the truth. Then he turned back to her, hesitant. "Are you and your sister mages?"
His voice carried no accusation —just a genuine curiosity, edged with a trace of wariness. "I mean… I've heard whispers. Mages, witches… people who bend the world. But I've never seen one. Never met anyone who could do something like this —" He touched his chest lightly, fingers hovering like the memory of pain still lingered. "Merging a beast and a human? That's not normal."
