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I take a deep breath. This information is too much. It feels strange. It is supposed to be a memory that belongs to me, but it all feels unfamiliar.
"And the werewolves?" I ask, out of curiosity. Although, I already have an idea of the next events.
"Without your experience from centuries of living, the werewolves stop to adapt to the fast-changing world. And you know the history, most of us become slaves, especially the weak ones."
"Wait, just a minute! Time out!" Seth interjects. "Let me breathe and process this, okay?" He glares at Darius and says, "You! This is huge information, how can you keep it from your King?!"
While Seth is trying to calm himself down, I mimic him. This information, I think I need to process it as well as he does. So, after taking a few deep breaths, Seth asks again, "So, let me get this straight, she's an old lady?"
"She might have disappeared fifteen years ago, but without a doubt, she is the remaining werewolves' Alpha Queen."
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