Marlowe
"She's not a wolf at all!" Reid's voice cracked across the sudden quiet, half-shouted, desperate to be heard before anyone else could regain control of the moment. "Because she's not even a *he!* That's Silas Calloway's daughter, not his son — she's been lying to every single person in this yard since the day she walked through that gate!"
The whole crowd turned as one, a wave of motion and noise breaking loose at once — shock, confusion, fury, all of it crashing over me in a single overwhelming instant that left no room to think, only to stand there, blood still trickling from my palm, and absorb the exact moment my entire careful life came apart in front of the people who mattered most.
"That's not—" someone started, uncertain, and someone else cut them off with a sharper, ang
