Freya's POV
My heart thumping against my ribs, I balled my fists. I yelled, "Tell me the truth," in a firm tone. "What did my mother do?"
The leader of this clandestine group, the silver-haired man, looked at me with unfathomable eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for this answer?"
"Don't waste my time!" I lost my temper. "I need to know."
Finnick was standing next to me, nervous. I could sense his worry emanating from him, but right now I couldn't concentrate on that.
The leader let out a breath and moved in closer. "You don't comprehend how much your mother was a part of something far bigger. She was one of us, not just any wolf.
I winced. "One of you?"
"A guardian of the lost bloodline," he stated. "A protector of the forbidden power that runs through your veins."