Lorraine's POV
I stood frozen.
Kieran's mother, thhe Alpha Queen.... a Ghosthound?
The words rang in my ears like a siren, sharp and disorienting. I turned to Astrid Voss, expecting her to say she was joking, to take it back, to say it was a figure of speech or some tactic to rile Kieran up. But her expression was hard, unwavering.
"She's a Ghosthound," she repeated, as if the weight of it hadn't just shattered my entire perception of the Lycan royal family. "And we need her"
Beside me, Kieran stiffened. Slowly, so slowly, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes burned, glowing a crimson red, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding together.
"You keep my mother out of this, Voss," he said, voice low and trembling with barely contained fury.
Astrid didn't flinch. "She's not just your mother anymore, Prince. She might be the only match for Aveline. You know it...."
