Melanie fell back onto the chair behind her. She’d walked into her house as if in a trance, trying to process what Aria had just told her. But it wasn’t possible. Her mother was not a witch! No. This was all wrong.
“She was wolf,” Melanie said harshly “I remember her turning multiple times in front of me. Unless she was a hybrid too? But then why isn’t Selene ….or Ricky a hybrid!?”
Aria and Antonio exchanged a look of unease. A ball of dread formed in Melanie’s stomach. Why did she feel like she knew the answer to this? And that she definitely wouldn’t like to hear it spelled out for her. This night kept on getting worse and worse.
“Melanie,” Aria began sympathetically. “I gave your father time to tell you. I kept pushing him but he didn’t listen to me. You do not share the same mother
