“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.
To know she kept it from me broke my heart.
“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” The pain building behind my eyes threatened tears to fall as I tried to comprehend why everyone around me had been lying to me.
“It’s complicated, Ivy.” She sighed softly, “trust me, my love, I wanted to tell you so many times and I couldn’t. Not to mention your father forbade it, and I was terrified he would make good on his promise and take you from me if I did.”
Of course, he would threaten her.
