OLIVIA'S POV.

"What do you mean by someone else will die? Speak to me!" I was mad at his nonchalant behavior. He had a cup of wine in his hands and was playfully looking at me. I couldn't even tell if he was teasing me, knowing the kind of tight situation I was in, or if he was being serious as well.

"Your mother...she isn't just any ordinary werewolf. She is from an old tale. How do I put it? Apparently, she belongs to the generation of werewolves who can't mate with any werewolves. They have a forbidden rite. But she went ahead to mate with me and the result...