Elaina
The name burned in my mouth like hot coal. Melissa. My stepmother. The woman who pretended to care about me while sleeping with the man I was supposed to marry. The woman who probably helped plan my exile. The woman who ruined everything.
“Melissa,” I repeated, staring at the blue fabric in my trembling hands. “That witch has my babies.”
Aiden’s face went hard like stone. “Who is Melissa?”
I looked up at him. “My stepmother. The Luna of Creekwood pack. She married my father after my mother died.”
Something flashed in Aiden’s eyes. Something dark and dangerous. His jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind together.
“Melissa from Creekwood,” he said slowly, like he was tasting each word. “Describe her.”
“Why does that matter?” I snapped. “We are wasting time!”
“Just tell
