Chapter 9

Neither of us spoke for a long time. Adrien amused himself playing with my brown hair, taking it between his fingers and stroking me. He didn't try to stop my crying, and he didn't complain for a second. He just stayed by my side. 

He was cute.

Now that I knew about my past, I understood that that little whispering voice was my wolf trying to guide me on the path. When she took control of my body, we were one. I could see those memories that she was in charge of repressing so as not to harm me. I knew everything.

She also explained how I learned that the new teacher was a witch. Among sorcerers, the hierarchy worked differently. As I saw the image of my mother, a beautiful woman with curly chocolate-colored hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

The last name and the blood was the only thing that mattered between witches. I was not a witch. I had no powers. Now that my wolf had