Chapter 113

The awkwardness hadn't left the room yet, and Kelly had been gone for ten minutes.

  This bothered Isla greatly; she had thought they had all been having a good time together. 

The fact that her mother and Greta were getting along with her wolf family let her hope for a moment that they could all be in her life, that she wouldn't have to choose. 

Hilda's proclamation changed that stopped thread of hope in its tracks. 

Wolf business wasn't her business, she said.

  Isla felt like her parents forgot what she was, that she was a lycan herself.

  She didn't know if it was because they were so used to pretending like she wasn't or because they were in active denial about what she was.

She looked up at the queen through her lashes to find Hilda incredibly focused on stripping the leaves off of the stocks of rosemary to set them to dry. 

Isla didn't think her mother had ever used her hands a day in her life, not like this.