After Aradia’s bombshell of a fact, we decided to call everything a night and head over to the dining hall for dinner with the rest of the pack. I couldn’t believe what she had said. Is it true? Is my great-grandmother really a witch? Does that mean my mom is a witch too? I sigh and shake my head as the dining hall comes into view.
I carry Marcus on my hip to our table at the front of the room. Everyone in the family followed close by, including Aradia, as we made our way to our seats. Pack members glanced at Aradia every chance they could while we passed by. Whether it was to admire her beauty or just because they had never seen someone like her before, I have no idea, but I did hear Max growl a few times before other pack members bowed their heads in submission and went about their way
