My brow furrowed as his words sank in, confusion hardening further into frustration. “A threat? How does that even—”

“They broke the laws of both worlds, Harlyn,” Ethan interrupted. “Werewolves and sorceresses aren't meant to mingle, talk more of procreating together. You were born of an unnatural union, and the supernatural world doesn’t take kindly to new things it can’t control.”

Abigail stepped forward, her voice softer but firm. “Your father died protecting you, ...