***Rose POV***
Anton's pondering expression changed to one rapt as he patiently waited for Black to elaborate.
"There is magic at work here we don't fully understand. We suspect, however, that Rose's mother might have been a wolf-shifter," Black said. His hand found the tension in my shoulders and rubbed it soothingly. Even though his focus was on Anton, he was still in tune to my body and its needs.
"I take it you didn't know her then, Rose?" Anton asked me.
"No, she left shortly after I was born. I was raised by my father. He died a few years ago," I added when Anton opened his mouth to ask about my father.
"Interesting. And what does your witch have to say about all this? Surely she can explain the magic you're not understanding?"
"The witch has a name, and she stays out of th
