Rebecca’s shoulders shook with quiet sobs, her voice strained as she whispered, “I couldn’t help you more, Becca… I believed I failed you as a mother.” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she wiped them away with the back of her trembling hand.
Becca remained still, stunned. She hadn’t known—hadn’t even imagined—that her mother had been within the Bright Light Pack all this time, imprisoned by Mark. If she had known, she would’ve demanded more from him before walking away from that dark chapter of her life. But now, Mark was nothing more than a ghost in her past.
She was no longer stuck in the shadows. She had stepped into the light, into a life she didn’t even know she deserved. The same life her stolen core had unexpectedly gifted her.
“We earned this,” Malia said joyfully within he
