Idara
“How do you know that name?” Mr. Gabe suddenly asked.
That was when it clicked.
The name my mother had just called him—it was the same name she had mentioned some time ago, the one who got tricked into getting pregnant for a werewolf who knew fully well she might not come out alive. The name of her friend.
Sofie.
My mother didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at him, her expression distant, almost as if she were seeing her lost friend standing right in front of her.
I guessed he must look a lot like her.
“Oh… sorry,” I quickly stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “I think my mom just mistook you for her friend.”
At that, my mother lowered her gaze.
“You must be her child,” she finally said, her shoulders sagging slightly.
Mr. Gabe stepped closer, his eyes fixed on
