Abigail's POV
"Lucian is my father."
Mom's words were heavy and suffocating. I don't know how to comprehend everything.
Mom looks shaken and hurt, but there's something else in her gaze which is determination.
She's not going to let Lucian control her anymore, and neither am I. But as I watch her turn away, a strange tension fills the air. Something's off.
I shifted in my seat as I was brushing the glass. The sun was beginning to set as it was casting long shadows across the yard.
The warriors are training outside, moving slower than usual. They're still recovering from the illness that tore through the pack. I can feel it deep in my bones.
Mom thinks she can protect me, that she can keep everyone safe, but I see the way she looks at me sometimes. Like she's worried I might expl
