Finding out you have a grandmother is usually the kind of thing that happens before you're thirty-two.
Mine showed up in the woods after being presumed dead for several decades while hundreds of werewolves bowed to her.
Obviously.
I stared at the woman.
"My grandmother."
"Yes."
"My mother's mother."
"Yes."
"The mother who never mentioned having a mother."
Her mouth tightened.
"Mary had her reasons."
"Apparently everybody does."
Callan's hand was still wrapped around mine.
I hadn't let go.
Neither had he.
Celeste looked at our hands.
"What?"
Her eyes lifted to mine.
"Nothing."
"That's a lie."
A tiny smile.
"You are very much her daughter."
"People keep saying things like that about a woman I apparently didn't know nearly as well as I thought I did."
Pain crossed her f
