My grandmother sank to her knees, tears streaming down her weathered face. "Forgive us," she murmured. "We did not know."
The power surged through me again, and I felt my lips moving without my conscious control. "You hid her heritage from her. You allowed her to believe she was nothing when she carries the oldest magic in her veins." The voice softened slightly, though no less commanding. "But I have watched over her. I have waited for her wolf to awaken, for her power to emerge."
Kyle moved toward me, his expression a mixture of awe and concern. I could feel his emotions through our bond, fear for me, not of me, and a fierce protective instinct that made my heart ache.
"Is she... are you hurting her?" he asked, addressing the entity that had taken control of my voice.
A gentle laugh
