Lyla
It would be better if I was struck by lightning at this point as my mother's words registered.
My hand – that had held her arms moments ago, fell limp beside me. I was still trying to process everything she just said. What was she talking about? How can I be a bastard when she was my mother?
Nathan came forward, his voice was low but firm. "Stop this now, Luna Vanessa."
She turned to him, her expression was unrepentant. "This is not your decision, Nathan. It is the law of our pack."
His blue eyes burned with annoyance. "This is my wedding, and I will not let you or any of the stupid laws ruin it. I love Lyla and I will marry her."
Then he turned to me, who still stood frozen beside my mother, tears clouding my vision. "Lyla," he said softly, reaching out his hand. "Come with me."