Her expression changed almost immediately—suspicion flickering across her face. “What is it?”
“Helen is here,” I said slowly.
Her brows drew together. “Your mother?”
I nodded. “I called her earlier. I told her about what’s been happening. About your wolf.”
Her reaction was instant. “You did what?”
I tried to stay calm. “Faye—”
“You told her?” she cut in, her tone sharp. “Without even asking me?”
I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Listen, I only told her because we need help. You haven’t been able to feel your wolf for days now. I thought—”
“You thought you should tell your mother,” she said flatly, shaking her head. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that is for me?”
“Humiliating?” I repeated.
“Yes,” she said bitterly. “What’s a werewolf without a wolf, Alexander? Do yo
