Sophia.

“Come here, good girl,” the elderly lady says as she waves her hand at me. Looking at her, she reminds me of my mom. When the healer notifies us that she is awake, we rush here.

“You can go to her,” my mate suggests. I nod and go over to where she is.

“You look so beautiful, just like your mother,” she adds as she takes my hands in hers. “My name is Elisa Pendragon. I gave birth to your mother.” I beam with delight. I don’t imagine that I will have my own family, but I’m wondering why my mother left.

“Grandma,” I say quietly, looking her in...