Lilieth

I stare at my mother, utterly speechless. I have no idea what I could say to something like this.

Maybe they're expecting me to say something, but I don't know what I could reply to all of this.

My mother is the one to break the silence. "Alpha Draven? He's half-Emberborn. Did you notice how his wolf was smaller and his fur tinged with red?" I did, but didn't make much of it. "Leadership was never about size. The Alpha-borns made it that way."

Alpha Draven. An Omega. This sounds ...