Kaelen POV
The morning light is gray. Cold. It seeps through the windows like water through cracks.
I stand in the living room with the rest of my family. My mother is at the center. She stares at me with a look that could cut glass. Tired. Drained. Victorious.
She won last night's battle. I admitted I do not know how to love. I admitted I called Naomi the dirty nanny in my head. I admitted I forced myself to act normal.
My mother won.
But she does not look happy about it.
She stands rigid in the presence of all of us. Her hands are clasped in front of her. Her back is straight. Her gray hair is pinned tight. She looks like a queen about to pass judgment.
Naomi sits on the couch. Elena is in her arms. Alex sits beside her, holding his wolf. Mary stands by the door. Amara hovers near
