Lyla’s breath came fast, her claws still digging into the stone floor.

Forsaken.

The word burned in her mind, carving its way through her thoughts like a brand.

She had spent her life searching for the truth about her mother, about herself.

But this?

This was not the truth she had been prepared for.

On the throne, the woman wearing her mother’s face leaned forward.

"Now you see why they hid it from you."

Lyla forced herself to her feet, swallowing the storm of emotions ...