Fiona - POV
Carrying Emma back to the house felt like I was moving on autopilot. My body screamed in protest, sore from previous battles, but I pushed through, unwilling to let her fall. The weight of her unconscious form combined with my exhaustion made every step feel heavier. My mind raced with thoughts as Lucifer’s words replayed in my head. If my biological mother truly was Freya, then I carried her power within me. The ancient scroll left by my adoptive father to the Phoebe clan must have referenced this.
But questions gnawed at me—what happened to my biological father? Was he alive or long gone? How had my adoptive parents found me, and why had they chosen to take me in?
And what about my mates? Theo, Flint, and Jasper had been in my life since I could remember. Did they know any
