Daniel’s hands trembled as he whispered, “I don’t know who you are.”
The words were not meant to wound his mother's heart or cause her pain, but they tore through the air like knives. He had spoken them to his mother, the woman who had raised him, the only person he thought he understood. Yet what he had just witnessed—her shifting, her power, the unearthly presence that radiated from her—was something that defied his entire reality.
His throat burned as he tried to swallow the truth. Werewolves were supposed to be myths, bedtime stories, strange legends tucked away in dusty old books. They weren’t supposed to be flesh and blood. They weren’t supposed to be his mother.
Beside him, Richard gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles shone white, the car swerving slightly as his br
