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Shakira’s face went pale, and Morpheus swallowed hard, clearly unsure how to respond. 

They had once played the role of the perfect adoptive parents in front of Leo, pretending to be a loving and supportive family, all while whispering behind my back. 

Alice, especially, had worked to turn Leo against me back then, feeding him lies that nearly ruined our relationship. 

But now, with their fortunes reversed, they didn’t dare show their true colors. 

we.” Shakira stammered, but Leo wasn’t interested in their excuses. 

you remember those days?” he asked, turning to me. 

His voice had softened slightly, as if trying to draw me into his side, but there was still a dangerous edge to it. 

“They acted like they cared about you, like they were your family. But we both know the truth.” 

I nodded, remembering all too well the façade they had put up, the lies and manipulations that had come between us. 

Now, though, the power dynamics had shifted, and they no longer had the upper hand. 

Morpheus finally found his voice, though it trembled. 

“We’ve made mistakes…. we know that. But we’re asking for your forgiveness, for your help. Just one more time.” 

I felt a tug of sympathy, despite everything they had done. 

There was a time when I would have done anything for them, even emptied my bank account to keep them afloat. 

But things were different now. I was different now. 

Before I could respond, Shakira broke down completely. 

She fell to her knees, grabbing my hand with tear–filled eyes. 

“Please, Elizabeth. If you help us, I’ll tell you something about your real mother. A secret you’ve never known.” 

Ifroze. The offer hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. 

The words, so casually spoken by Shakira, clung to the corners of my mind, sinking into the depths of my thoughts. 

My foster mother’s revelation was something I had always suspected but never wanted to confront. 

I let her speak. 

“Your mother, Matira,” Shakira began, her voice cracking as if the truth weighed on her too heavily. “She was the one meant to inherit the Ghost Pack. But when she fell in love with a human…” 

My heart sank. I already knew where this was going. 

“…when she fell in love with Orlando, she was removed from the tribe. They eloped, and she lost everything–her title, her pack, her home. Eventually, hunters came after her.” 

I swallowed hard, the name of my mother, Matira, reverberating in my mind. 

“What happened to her?” 

I asked, the word ‘And?‘ hovering on my lips, too terrified to complete the thought. 

Shakira’s eyes brimmed with tears. 

“She fostered you with me, knowing she couldn’t protect you anymore. She was desperate, and when the hunters closed in, she vanished.” Shakira 

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sobbed, covering her face with her trembling hands. “She lost track of herself, she lost track of you.” 

The knot in my throat tightened. 

“I knew all of this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “But then what?” 

Shakira looked at me through tear–streaked eyes. 

“She came back, Elizabeth. A year later, she came back for you, but by then, she was a rogue. She was no longer allowed near the pack.” 

I staggered backward. “What?” 

“I refused to let her see you,” Shakira admitted, her voice breaking. “But she sent money, every year. She sent gifts, hoping to ensure your well–being, even if from afar.” 

My body shuddered- 

In other words, not only did my mother not pass away, but she had been watching me grow up all these years? 

She doesn’t know what I’ve suffered in Ghostpack, and still keeps sending money into the pack, hoping that I’ll have a better life? 

The realization hit me like a truck. 

My adoptive father’s gambling, the constant fear in the pack’s eyes, the barely functioning infrastructure–it had all been sustained by Matira’s money. 

It wasn’t loyalty or concern for my safety that drove them to search for me when I ran away. 

It was fear that my mother would stop supporting them financially if I vanished. 

“They were using me… as a tool,” I murmured, my voice hardening. “All this time.” 

I grabbed Shakira’s arms, my grip tight with anger and frustration. 

“Where’s the address? Where did she send the money from?” 

Shakira shook her head, her tears now streaming freely. 

“We don’t know! We tried… we were desperate. When we wanted to reach out to her, to beg for more help, we found nothing. No trace. But we know she’s still alive, Elizabeth.” 

My mother was alive. 

It was the same information Rolin had told me: she had been watching over me all along. And now, Shakira was looking at me with expectant eyes, hoping for a miracle. 

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