Aurelia’s POV
The room feels like it’s spinning.
Drake’s mom—alive? Manipulating us from the shadows? It’s too much to process, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.
But as I look at Drake, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly, I know he’s telling the truth.
“Why would she do this?” Julian asks again, his voice low and dangerous. “What could she possibly gain from tearing us apart?”
Drake exhales shakily, avoiding our eyes.
“It’s not about us,” he admits quietly. “Not really. It’s about her. About… revenge.”
“Revenge for what?” I press, stepping closer.
He hesitates, clearly struggling with how much to reveal.
“For being betrayed,” he says finally, his voice cracking. “By my dad. By the pack. By everyone who turned their backs on her when she needed them most.”
