Betty's POV. 

I forced a small smile. “Grandma… what’s going on?”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached across the table and took my hand.“Baby… there’s something I should have told you a long time ago.”

My stomach dropped.

“We are descendants of Helena the Great,” she whispered, barely breathing the words. “The same Helena… from a hundred years ago. The one who cursed Alpha Damien.”

For a second, I forgot how to inhale. The air around me seemed to ...