Atlas' POV
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"Is this some kind of joke?" Luther broke the silence after Lysandra's mind-boggling reveal. "Your mother? The same woman you told me died years ago when you were a kid—helped with your spell?"
As the others peered at her for answers, Atlas's mind naturally began skimming through possibilities.
Indeed, what Lysandra was saying was impossible.
Unless her "dead" mother was somehow communing with her from the afterlife. Or she faked her death all those years ago. Or... The more disturbing possibility…
An entity or someone powerful was impersonating her. Well enough to deceive a hybrid daughter of an Alpha King.
"See?" Lysandra laughed bitterly, taking two steps away from them. "This is why I didn't want to tell you. None of you," her head spun, eyes sweeping past her clueless friends as well, "will believe me. You'll all look at me like I'm crazy."
Her voice broke toward the end.
For a split second, Atlas felt some kind of sympathy blooming in his chest.
