“But you speak of our grandfather.” I said quickly back to her, wanting her to know that the excuse she had been using all these years wasn’t flying by me no longer, as I knew there were other reasons that they didn’t speak of the dead.
My grandmother takes a deep breath, as she drops the rolling pin from her hand while she stares blankly down at the dough on the island. Clearly, I had upset her, and this was the last thing I wanted to do, but I needed answers.
Knowing that I had to push her to talk, I took my own deep breath, before I said to her, “Grandmother, I know that you all made a pack not to speak of what happened all those years ago, but don’t you think that my brothers and I have the right to know what happened so that we can protect ourselves and our mate. We can’t allow hist
