Bitter taste

Denera

“Claire,” she replied. “Her name was Claire, and she was the strong Luna of the Dark Lion’s pack.”

My breath caught in my throat. “My mother?” Rockan breathed out, disbelief flaring in his eyes.

I turned to Rockan, my own eyes wide with realization. “Granny Yeneva said I looked a lot like Lena that day,” I pointed out, my heart racing as the connections began to weave together.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rockan cut in, dismissively waving his hands. “You’re saying my mother, Claire, and her mother, Elena, were best friends?!”

The revelation felt almost too good to be true, but Luna Danielle nodded, a knowing smile on her face.

“Funny how those two kept wishing their kids would get mated to each other in the future. The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways,” she chuckled wholeheartedly, the lightness of her tone contrasting with the weight of the revelation.

“So you knew who we were because Rockan had already introduced himself as the alpha of Dark Lion—”

“Yes, yes. I’ve always known