|Nieves|
“W-What do you mean, Grandaunt?” I asked, my voice unsteady, my mind struggling to keep up.
She took a small step back, putting a deliberate distance between us, but the smile on her lips never wavered. If anything, it deepened. There was a light in her eyes, something close to elation—as if I had just given her the best news of her life.
But that didn’t make sense.
I had told her the truth, hadn’t I? That I was a Halven—a wolf who could never fully transform. A flaw. A disgrace in the eyes of most packs.
Shouldn’t she be disappointed? Or at the very least, pity me?
Then why was she smiling as if this revelation was something to celebrate?
Confusion tightened in my chest.
“What’s so good about being a Halven?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Her only response was a soft chuc
