It had only been a few hours since the Commander left, and Helena was already pacing back and forth in her room. She didn’t know why she was doing this since she agreed with his departure and things in the castle were going well. As long as the other wolves didn’t know about her nature as a Banshee, everything would be fine. And if her son didn’t happen to transform on the Full Moon of his fifteenth birthday, everyone would think that her human genes prevailed over John’s. That would ...