Aimee's POV
Alpha Jacob's face looked shocked as he listened to all the explanations about the dream I had. He had been silent for almost three minutes, and I kept glancing at alpha Vincent out of worry. Thankfully, alpha Vincent, who understood my distress, gestured with his hand to help me calm down. If I had come here alone, I might have had trouble controlling my emotions. Alpha Vincent was really assisting me.
"Aimee... She is indeed your mother, and as for that woman... Let me show you," Alpha Jacob said, standing up and stretching out his hands. Suddenly, the wind around him blew stronger, lifting alpha Jacob's body.
Both alpha Vincent and I were astonished at what was unfolding before us. Even though I knew they were all descendants of witches or mixed blood, it still felt almost impossible for something like this to happen among werewolves.
