“Few wolves can,” Avalon replied. “Even fewer master it. Plus I did it before in the evening when you listen to your parents and find out their plan… you are living in a house with werewolves… it was not luck that kept you hidden, but our ability.”
Iva barely had time to process that revelation when voices reached her ears.
Two of them.
One unmistakably her father’s.
The other—
The Alpha.
She pressed herself closer to the wall, breath shallow, as their words drifted toward her.
And to her shock—
They weren’t talking about pack matters.
They were talking about her.
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Rhys’ voice came first, low and tense, carrying the weight of shame and anger.
“She is grounded,” he said harshly. “Confined to her room after school. After the stunt she pulled, I will not allow her to accumulate
