Aria's POV
I could feel the shift in the room as Margaret froze, her eyes narrowing as she processed what I'd said. Anger surged in her, her eyes shining briefly with her wolf.
She snapped back to herself, her voice sharp, "I'm your mother."
I felt my lips curl into a mocking smile, though I barely had the energy to hold it there. My voice cut through the tension, cold and biting. "And you should remember that, Mom. I'm your real daughter." The words stung, but they felt like something I needed to say.
I saw the shock flicker across Margaret's face. She stood there, rooted to the spot, her mind unable to catch up to the anger that was suddenly swirling in the air between us.
Then, as if on cue, Sophia's voice sliced through the silence, trembling with fake hurt. "Aria… are you blaming
