38. Deal with my sweet core.

I sat next to my mother’s bed, watching her intently as she began to stir. My father lay unconscious beside her on a separate bed, the silver still coursing through his system.

I had so many things I could be doing at this moment after rediscovering my abilities and wanting to run within the wind and have my fur run wild, fortunately my mates were currently busy.

They had a plan, a plan which meant finally getting rid of dark witches once and for all. I was stunned to know that Jessica's real name was Jezabel and that she was a spy for them but decided to change. It seemed things were finally starting to look up.

As Mother’s eyes fluttered open, she stared blankly at the ceiling, soon tears silently streaming down her face, although I was unsure why she was crying.

Was it due to the fact that she remembers that the twins had mated and marked me?

However, I remained unmoved, waiting. The silence stretched between us, heavy and oppressive.

Finally, she turned her head slightly, her voic