I followed Ethan into the small family restaurant on the outskirts of town. The place was half-empty, which was exactly what we needed—privacy without the risk of running into anyone from school or the pack.
"This should be quiet enough," Ethan said, sliding into a booth far from the entrance. "The pancakes here are amazing, by the way."
But food was the last thing on my mind as I sat across from him, my thoughts still racing with what he'd revealed earlier. My mother and his father—mates? The concept felt surreal, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the picture of my life.
"Start from the beginning," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. "I need to understand everything."
The waitress came by, and we quickly ordered coffee. As soon as she walked away, Ethan leaned forward, his expression serious.
