Lola’s POV

The stars had just begun to peek out from behind the dusky clouds when I felt her presence before I even heard her footsteps. My mom had that kind of energy, gentle, yet commanding. The kind of woman who didn’t need to speak to be felt.

“Plotting your next strategy, warriors?” Mom called from behind us, her voice laced with teasing warmth.

Dad straightened slightly, but didn’t move from where we sat on the steps of the Alpha estate. I smirked and turned my head just in time to see her walking toward us in one of her flowing moonlit shawls that always made her look like she...