Clara, Viola thought, recalling the she-wolf from her mother's memories. She had seen the she-wolf with a toddler more than once, alongside her husband. The boy must have been Gilbert...
"Oh my... he... he's my cousin, then?" She muttered in disbelief, and her grandparents had killed his family. "I don't know what to do with this information."
"You don't have to do anything with it, love. Just let it sit, we'll handle everything slowly, and if you don't want to tell him, you can keep it a secret. Whatever you choose, that's what will happen." Her husband assured her.
"He deserves to know the truth." Viola mused, feeling even more overwhelmed by everything instead of clear-headed.
The new weight of this blood tie settled over everything else she was already struggling to carry. Sebastian felt it, and held her tighter, one hand sliding up her back in slow, steady strokes. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric of his shirt she wore against her, warming her.
