Alaia’s POV
Sitting there, absorbing what my grandmother just said, I find myself wanting to just go numb. Iris is feeling the same way. She is still in my mind, just staring at me. After a minute or two of silence, she huffs.
Well, the pot just keeps getting stirred, doesn’t it?
I don’t know what to say to her, as I am still at a loss for words. I never thought to look at Mom’s home pack. Why would someone from her pack want to keep Dad off the throne? What would be in it for them? Suddenly, it clicked. I shook my head, as if clearing the fog from my vision, looked up and saw Mom had the same look on her face. We locked eyes and it was like our thoughts were the same.
Are you thinking what I am? she asks me, her voice shaking slightly. I nod my head. It would be hard for someone from
