Dicia's POV
I approached them, each step weighed down by doubt and suspicion.
Tracy didn't look nearly as sick as I'd been told. Something was off.
"Mom, are you really okay?" I asked. My tone was sharp with distrust.
"Dicia, I… I'm fine." she stammered. Her eyes darted away from mine.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Tracy murmured. Her cheeks burned with guilt.
"Dicia, it was him! He made me do it!" she shouted. She jabbed a finger at Bart.
My heart plummeted. The mother I'd always trusted had deceived me. What was her game?
"Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded. My voice shook with hurt and anger.
Bart, unapologetic, snapped. "It's your fault for being so stubborn! The wolf king has his true mate now. Step aside and let him be!"
"You need to step down as wolf queen and hand
