Ashlee decided to keep her mouth shut; otherwise, everyone would think she had gone crazy—talking about things that didn’t exist. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t just a dream; it was a cruel, vivid reality that wouldn’t let her go.
“We will visit The Devil Mother. She is the oldest. She always has every answer,” Cassandra declared, her words more of a command than a suggestion.
“I can agree with that. She’s kind and probably the only one we can trust. But how did Ashlee never know she was a werewolf? And how did we miss that?” Esyn sighed, rubbing her temples as if searching her mind for answers. “It’s usually so easy to tell humans apart from werewolves. What did we overlook?”
“She didn’t,” Kyle interjected, joining the conversation. He had left Ashlee asleep, unwilling to risk anyon
