“You’re lying,” Eliana bites out, her entire being wracked with a shockwave reverberating through her. She grits her teeth, trying to hold herself together. “Why would you even say such a thing?”
“Because it is the truth,” Olisnia sighs. “I know it is difficult to comprehend, but it is a fact of your lineage.”
“It is impossible. My grandmother passed before my mother ever gave birth to me. Neither me nor my mother have any abilities.” Anger rolls through Eliana, the edges of her vision darkening. She stands her hands tightening into fists.
“It is simply because your blood has mixed with that of a human. You do not hold the same abilities as a fullblood Kexon. You most likely cannot shift completely, but you are still considered a Pivurlion. Your golden hair is proof of this.”
“What—my hair? Why?” Eliana reaches up and gently tugs on her locks.