Bella’s P.O.V.
There was a long silence in the room.
Everyone was staring at me like I’d just sprouted wings or turned into a dragon.
I blinked, gave a small shrug, and said, “Yeah… we know.”
The room erupted.
“You knew?” Matt’s mom shouted, her voice rising in disbelief. “You knew you were the Mystique Wolf and no one thought to mention it?”
Matt stepped forward with an apologetic wince. “Mom, calm down. We’ve known for a little while. Not for long. But enough to start putting things together.”
Matt’s dad looked stunned. “Matt, she’s not just special. She’s the rarest of the rare. Did you not hear what your aunt just said? The last Mystique Wolf existed over two centuries ago!”
I sighed and stood up slowly, brushing my palms on my jeans. “We didn’t know for sure. An elder in Mason
