Lila’s POV
I stared at Isolde in the dim light of her small room. Her words hadn’t settled yet. My mother had never told me she was a wolf. She’d never told me I was one either, and that silence felt stranger than anything else I’d learned tonight.
“My mum never said a word,” I told her. My voice came out thin. “I didn’t even know she was a wolf. How could she keep something like that from me?”
Isolde folded her hands in her lap and looked at me with patient eyes. “Mothers hide dangerous truths to protect their children. Your mother likely believed silence was safer than the alternative. That doesn’t mean the truth stops being real.”
I sat with that for a moment. Nothing about my old life had been what it seemed. I nodded slowly. “Where can I learn more? I need to understand what I act
