After Yael finished telling me everything, I went quiet for a long time.
My mind kept replaying Malcom's face from that day at the Morrigans' place. I had gone there on purpose, hoping he would finally admit what he knew about the Blackwells. The second I said their name, his eyes gave him away. He knew it. He just didn't want me to see that he knew it.
He had been hiding something. Not because he didn't care.
Because he was scared of being exposed.
Now I understood why Camilla no, Wisteria looked at liora like she wanted to tear the world apart. That hatred wasn't random. It wasn't just "she's cruel."
It was personal.
And it felt like fate had a sick sense of humor.
liora had dragged the Morrigans to the top like an Alpha claiming territory that didn't belong to them. Then her descendants grew up softer, more ordinary, and couldn't hold the same ground. A powerful name, but shaky hands. Three generations, and the legacy was already slipping.
And Whitney…
