Idara
“Mom, please snap out of it and explain to me why you’re so scared,” I said, my voice breaking.
She lifted her eyes to mine, and they were filled with a sadness I had never seen before.
“I wasn’t the only one who dated a werewolf when I was younger, Idara,” she said quietly. “I had a friend who did too.”
I pulled out a chair for her and gently guided her to sit. She did, slowly, and I sat beside her, holding her hand, urging her to continue.
“I had a friend named Sofie,” she began. “She was mated to a werewolf called Derek. To her, he was sweet, gentle, loving. But he kept what he was a secret.”
I nodded, listening closely.
“As young girls, we were curious. We wanted to explore life, and we did. We even promised ourselves we would lose our virginity at the same time,” she said
