Rhea
I see all the puzzled looks being thrown at me as I lay down.
Am I to lie, or tell them who my father truly was?
Jessica comes with a blanket and throws it over to cover me, and I rise to my feet, pulling it even closer around myself. With my heart racing in my chest, I take a deep breath and decide to say the truth, without holding anything back.
“I am Rhea, daughter of a Beta of the Wild Wolves Pack,” I start, checking Jessica's face for a reaction and almost halting when I saw the pain flash in her eyes. “My father was a werewolf, and my mother, a witch.”
The other two women gasp, while the witch doctor chuckles to herself. “I knew she wasn't like the rest of us. There’s something wrong with her arm, and I checked to see that her lentric muscle jumped as soon as I touched it.
