I found my mother in the small room off the back of the house—her fingers trembling as she folded an old, tattered cloth. The air between us was thick with years of silence, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, my voice cracking. “Why keep it all a secret?”
Talia looked up, eyes haunted but steady. “I wanted to protect you. To keep you safe from what lies beneath the surface of our bloodline.”
“Safe?” I laughed bitterly. “Safe is what Magnus promised, and look where that got me—rejected, humiliated like I was nothing.”
She sighed, then nodded. “There is more to you than you realize, Lena. You are the last of the Moonbloods. Our line is ancient—born to lead, to unite the packs under one true rule.”
The words hit me like a storm. The last of the Moonbl
