I saw the rest of the Pack nodding their heads in agreement with my mother. They had known Alice for years. They believed in her kindness. They had been fooled, just like I was.
"Don't even dare defend her." I said. "Whoever doesn't agree with me must be in cahoots with her. You are all blind. I have proof. Proof that Isabella is not Alice’s daughter. Isabella is mine, She is Faith’s daughter!"
The noise that went through the crowd was a wave of gasps and shocked murmurs. The revelation was too huge, too unbelievable for them to grasp right away.
My father was the first to find his voice. "Astor, it... it couldn’t be," he argued weakly.
I looked down at Alice, who was now weeping openly, her shoulders shaking violently.
"She used black magic!" I accused, pointing a stiff finger at her
