Manuel Pov

I explained everything to my mother. Almost everything. I left out the part about the prophecy. I didn't want her getting worried about that, not like she was not already bothered that a werewolf hunter was lurking in the pack.

She stayed quiet, staring at the cold meal in front of her. Her fingers rested on the edge of the plate, completely still, as if even touching the food might break her focus. Then she slowly raised her head and looked at me.

“Are you really going to ...