Third Person POV
Helen frowned, trying to sort through her panicked thoughts.
"You mean… your mother?"
Sonita's face twisted in immediate disgust, and she shook her head firmly from side to side.
"No. I do not speak to my mother at all. I mean Genevieve. My sister. Not my mother."
"Genevieve," Helen repeated, correcting her own mistake. "Right. Yes."
Helen slumped back a little, deep doubt creeping into her voice.
"But how can Genevieve possibly help us? She is a Luna now. She has an entire pack to run. She has endless daily responsibilities. Walking away from all those people just to hide a secret child... it is completely impossible for her to do."
"I know," Sonita agreed, her fingers still tapping a slow rhythm.
"And if I went to her door and asked her myself... we are definitely not on speaking terms. She would probably refuse to listen to a single word I say."
She paused and the tapping stopped.
