Walking down the long corridor, Helena and Irida matched their steps side by side. Helena had spent the last two days with the Queen. Talking about Wales, her childhood. Irida was fascinated by the idea that Helena had grown up among humans. With no idea of her true nature.
“How did your mother keep it a secret all those years? You never once wondered how she had gotten from America to Wales?” She couldn’t understand why someone would hide so much about themselves.
“Actually, she has a pretty good British accent. I barely realised she was American either.” Helena smiled sheepishly. There were so many things she had taken for granted, that now, looking back. She could see her mother hiding things from her all this time.
“It’s amazing that your wolf was suppressed for extra years.” Iri
