(MIRA)
"Why?" Finn said hoarsely.
"You're not ready now. I can see that. Maybe one day you will be." Maeve turned back to Shiloh. "Do I need an escort back to your house? I believe there is a breakfast we're both expected to attend?"
"Go ahead. I need a word with Mira."
As Maeve walked away, it was all I could do not to scream. Maeve was Finn's mother. There was no other way to interpret that conversation.
What the actual fuck?
Not only had Maeve chosen not to raise Finn as her own, but she'd used him as some sort of pawn between her and his father. Had Finn's father even betrayed their pack or had Maeve just wanted a reason to punish him?
I had so many questions, but from the way Finn was weaving back on his feet, I knew this was not the time to ask them. "I think we can all agree that what we just heard does not leave this circle," I said quietly.
Finn cleared his voice. "Thank you."
