Always Known

"Graeme search your heart for the answer," Penelope rose from her chair as well.

"You have always known. You knew they were innocent then, and you know they are innocent now. The only thing you didn't know for sure was that they weren't simply lycans without a wolf. Or simply witches with magic."

She walked toward him before coming stand right in front of him, meeting his eyes with the deep sincerity in her own.

"But you did know that they were more… in here you knew," she pointed to his chest. "You knew that they were more than all of that. The prejudices and distrust and fear that cast a shadow over them was because they were not understood. But, even without a proper label or a written history, your parents understood. And so do you."

She gave him one final, penetrating look before she turned and retreated back to the chair. "It all began with La Loba," she said. His eyes snapped to hers. "You have heard this story?" she asked, seeing the light of recognition in his eyes.