A Mother Knows

-Corrine-

The news Andrew brought to me made my blood boil.

“No one has the right to decide my life but me.” I snapped. “Who made such a rule? Take me to them!”

“This is all for the peace between werewolves and lycans,” Andrew interjected. “After what happened, it’s nearly impossible for us to meet, Corrine. They won’t be happy seeing you on both sides. They want you—us—to take a stand.”

“Fuck it, Andrew.”

I threw off the blanket and leaped off the bed, feeling slightly dizzy from the sudden movement, and then hurried out of the room.

Andrew chased after me but didn’t stop me. We arrived at the Alpha’s room, and I flung the door open to find familiar faces there.

My parents and Trevor. Several warriors from both the previous and current generations and a few of Jerome’s trusted people.

They fell silent upon seeing me and tensed up when they saw Andrew.

“Who is in charge here?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn.

“No one, Corrine.” It was Thomas, Rodd’s father. “We make decisions