"It's William," Jessamyn murmured softly, her voice trembling as her hand gently rested on Cordelia's arm. She could feel her friend's confusion, the tension radiating from her like a wave. "In his wolf form. He… he saved us."
Cordelia blinked rapidly, her mind racing to catch up with the words Jessamyn had just spoken. "William? But… how?" Her voice was laced with disbelief, her wide eyes searching Jessamyn's face for answers.
Jessamyn hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing heavily on her chest. How could she explain the tangled history, the dark secrets that bound them all together in ways Cordelia could never have imagined? Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet Cordelia's bewildered gaze.
"William is… a Theodulf," Jessamyn said quietly, her words faltering as her eyes drifted to the lifeless body lying in a pool of blood before them. The room seemed to darken with the weight of her words. "That woman... she was his mother."
