Lily stood frozen, the words echoing through her mind long after Grayson had spoken them. Your mother wasn't always human. She was born into this pack too.
"That's not possible," she said, though even as she spoke, pieces were clicking into place with horrible, undeniable clarity, the way her mother had never questioned Ethan's occasional strangeness, the way she'd settled into the Cole household with an ease that had always seemed slightly too effortless for someone marrying into old money and old secrets simultaneously.
"It's entirely possible," Grayson said, still bound by the ritual's compulsion, his voice heavy with thirty years of guilt finally spilling free. "Susan's memory of her pack life was suppressed during the exile, the same as Daniel's. A kindness, if you can call it that.
