Isla’s heart stopped for a second.
Lucian.
He stood in the doorway, his tall frame looming as he walked in with a calm yet unreadable expression. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his golden eyes focused solely on Isla.
"Even I had trouble believing it at first," Lucian admitted, his gaze unwavering. "But it’s true. Thalora is your mother."
Isla’s body went numb as she turned to him. "Lucian… you knew?"
He nodded once. "I only found out recently. But the signs were always there. The way you were treated by the Quinns, the way your wolf was suppressed for so long, and now…" his voice lowered slightly, "the way your wolf finally awakened."
Isla took a shaky step back, her mind spiraling. Everything she had ever known had just been shattered.
Thalora’s words rang in her ears. Alp
