Whitefish River You're a catalyst to your happiness you know

When they arrived mom had her serious business face on. A thing that Spica didn't necessarily look forward to but whatever, she also just knew that her mother was a serious creature a lot of the times. She worried too much, honestly, but Spica didn't know how to show her that she should chill more. This was probably something about Emrik McDumbFace who should keep his mitts off her mom or how she was going to replace them all because she loved her new mate so much more now. Spica pushed these thoughts away because they were making her angry and instead focused on listening to what mom actually had to say.

This is about your father. Honestly, Spica had never given him much thought. She didn't stop to think who her father was because she was content with everyone that she had around her; her sister, her mother, and yeah sure, even her brother was part of that. She didn't care that she didn't know her real father, because who cared? Her mother had done it all alone, she was strong and independent and if she didn't need their father, then Spica didn't need him either!

But all of that changed when she heard those words. Suddenly she grew curious and interested and a lot of questions entered her mind. What was he like and could she meet him? Was that what mom was going to tell them about?

She took in all the information and Spica blinked. Mom said that the pack was called Moonspear, which Spica instantly recognised as the pack of the grumpy-ass wolves who had pretended like the glen with the fireflies was theirs alone. She didn't tell mom that she had been snooping there and quickly shot a look to Syrma warning her not to tell (she'd told her twin all about her encounter with the grumpy wolves, after all). She had intended to go back and see if any of the boys were out without their mother, but now she wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Not that she was scared, of course. It's just that she wasn't stupid, was all.

Acheron exploded, being all 'mature' like usually as he challenged their mother on not telling them earlier. Spica wasn't sure what to think of it. All of it. It was one of the few times that her wit didn't come to the rescue. She did wonder why mother hadn't told them before now, though, though she'd never admit that Acheron had a good point there. Why do they want to kill us now? They don't even know us. It just didn't make any sense to Spica and she kinda doubted her mother's words. If she'd last seen this guy and his relatives a lifetime ago (for Spica, anyway) then was the information really still relevant?