I stood rooted to the spot, my legs feeling as stiff and lifeless as wooden posts beneath me. My mind reeled in absolute shock, trying to process the heavy words hanging in the air.
*Was I dreaming, or was this man playing some sick trick on my head?*
What could he possibly mean by claiming my mother was keeping a dangerous secret? If she had been hiding something from the world—something dark enough to draw the wrath of the pack leaders—it changed everything I thought I knew about my past. I had spent my entire life believing my mother was a soft, peaceful woman who avoided conflict at all costs. Why would someone like her ever cross paths with the High Council?
I whipped around, planting my crutch into the floorboards and glaring at him with fierce intensity. "What do you mean by that
