RORY POV
"What do you mean you know about your dad and me?"
"I know you and dad are wolf-shifters," I replied.
"What do you mean, 'wolf-shifters'? Is that code for something?" she asked.
I sighed. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Why did you keep it from me for so long? Did you not think I could keep a secret? How long were you going to keep this from me?" I asked.
Mom looked away nervously. "Who told you, Oliver?"
"Yes."
"Hmm. I knew he was trouble," she said nervously, brushing a loose strand of grey hair from her face.
"Mom, it's not his fault. In fact, he didn't tell me at first."
"Well, I was definitely not going to tell you anytime soon."
"But why not? And when were you going to tell me?" I asked, trying to hide the hurt.
"I don't know, Rory, it never felt like the right time. I wanted to tell you the right way I really did. Not this way," she said, motioning her hand between us.
"Well," I said, raising my eyebrow, "technically, you didn't tell me. Oliver did."