Lira’s scar pulsed under the cuff. She pressed her thumb against it.
“My mother knew all of this,” she said.
“Your mother lived all of this. She was born into the Nightwalker Pack carrying the Gift. My father recognized it in her when she was young and he understood what it meant. There was a faction within the Nightwalker Pack that wanted to use the Gift as a weapon, to bond Naia to as many wolves as possible and channel their combined power through her. My father refused. He sent her away instead, gave her a new identity, and told her to disappear.”
“And she did. For twenty years,” Lira said.
“For twenty years she lived quietly. She married your father, and had you. She suppressed the Gift completely, never used it, never manifested it, and for twenty years, nobody knew,” Soren said.
