“Mom, what are you talking about?”

Never did a thought occur to me that my mother would know about werewolves and hide it from me.

My mother and I never hid anything from each other before.

“Well, I have always known about this sort of thing. In all honesty, I was about your age when I learned the truth.” Her soft words weren’t comforting this time and instead made the sting of betrayal sink deeper.

She had always been my rock in any situation. ...