“What, what do you mean they know about Lizzie?” her mother asked, her voice cracking.
“I mean, I’ve heard rumors of a half-were, half-witch, who hasn’t been introduced to the council,” Old Jake said, looking at Lizzie.
Her father set down his spoon and frowned.
“Who would know about her?” he asked, looking from Old Jake to his wife and back again.
Old Jake shrugged and shook his head.
“I’ve kept my mouth closed,” he told them. “You know I can keep your secret.”
Her father looked at her mother, and they both nodded.
“Who else would know?” her mother asked.
Everyone turned to look at Lizzie.
“Did you tell anyone?” her mother asked, reaching over to pat her hand.
Lizzie shook her head and said, “I know Luke knows because he’s a were too, but I don’t think he would have told a
