"The what?" Victor asked as his gaze snapped to Helena.
There was a hint of betrayal in his eyes, but it wasn't as much as the shock he carried.
Nothing about Helena ever gave away her magical heritage, as a matter of fact, the Grand Warlock's lineage was known for being scentless.
In the case of Helena, who had been a product of a wolf and one of the Grand Warlock's lineage, she carried the wolf scent.
"How did you know?" Helena asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Talks like these my dear are best done inside," Theodora said as she invited Helena to enter her home.
When Helena passed the threshold, Theodora looked at her grandson.
"Go find your Grandfather, he's somewhere in the woods," she told the Alpha before shutting the door in his face.
Helena was too stunned to utter a single word as Theodora guided her through the house to a sitting area off the side of the entrance.
