_Thalassa's POV_
Sitting in Matteo's office with him by my side, I wondered what the seer might reveal about my condition. I was born cursed and now I was also unable to shift into my wolf. I couldn't even fulfill the most basic aspect of my identity as a werewolf. Why was the moon goddess punishing me like this?
The ache of longing to connect with my wolf, to feel the rush of freedom that came with shifting, gnawed at my soul. I yearned to run under the moonlight, to feel the earth beneath my paws, but instead, I was trapped in my human form.
Across from us sat the seer, a figure shrouded in mystery and wisdom. His presence exuded an aura of ancient knowledge, his eyes piercing yet gentle, as if they could peer into the depths of one's soul. His weathered face bore the marks of count
