“What do you mean the truth? She was in a car accident,” Willow said, confused.

“Drink,” her grandmother said nodding towards Willow’s mug. Willow took a small sip of the tart, spicy drink. Willow had never seen her looking so lost for words or uncomfortable. Loriann was staring down at her hands, which were just now beginning to hint at her age.

“Your mother wasn’t killed by a drunk driver. She was murdered by a hunter. A member of the Red Hoods actually. They ...