I was still very lost. I knew Iris was special, I felt it in my guts and of course, her having twin Wolves was a clear indication. What I hadn't anticipated or expected was her being special to the point of her death having a major effect on all Werewolves. That was freaking crazy. While I was still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing, Selene dropped yet another bomb on me.
"Iris is my granddaughter. Her mother Irene was my daughter."
My mouth popped open in shock. "You're messing with me," I said but her expression said otherwise. She looked damn well serious. "How did that even happen?"
"It's a long story," Selene murmured. "One I do not have the time to tell." The ethereal glow she had earlier had began to show again. "I don't have time to fully go into details, there's
