Aurora's POV
My mother hesitated. And that hesitation was enough.
“I suspected,” she finally admitted. “I didn’t want to worry you without proof.”
My heart dropped. “You suspected and you said nothing? Mother, people died. Packs were slaughtered. Zayne’s family, his wife—”
“I know,” she whispered, pain tightening her voice. “But I was trying to protect you.”
The words didn’t soothe me. They stabbed deeper.
Protect me? Or control me?
My mother reached toward me, but I stepped back. The space between us felt like a canyon.
“We’re not done talking about this,” I said coldly before turning and walking away from her
My vision blurred with angry tears. The walls felt too close. The air is too tight. I needed distance, I needed anything that wasn’t the truth I’d just uncovered.
But fat
