The days had passed.
Apparently the world continued to turn.
In reality, everything had changed.
Katrina had gradually faded from the lives of Miria and Asher. Despite his apologies, despite the peace made with Asher to preserve Miria, something had broken. Miria couldn't forgive. The distance had settled between her and her mother, cold, painful.
Ray was discreet. Too discreet. On the surface, he accepted the situation, but in the shadows, his mind was still searching for a way to separate Miria and Asher.
Klaus, despite Katrina's brutal rejection, refused to give up. Every look, every word, every silence was a new chance for him to change her mind.
Léana had joined Miria's circle following a carefully orchestrated set-up: Fishlegs had attacked Miria, Léana had saved her. The plan had worked. Officially. Yet Klaus, Asher, and Miria remained wary, a lingering unease hovering around her.
As for Isolde…
Since Klaus's advice, Henry had grown closer to her. First with teasing, always when they were alone. Then by a much more serious gesture: he had falsified his grades to be designated as his official guardian. A dangerous secret, but one that bound them from now on.
That evening, after a prolonged revision, Isolde came home late.
The sky was rumbling.
The wind whipped the trees.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the house, the rain fell violently.
- Phew... she whispered. I had a narrow escape.
She turned around.
They were waiting for him.
Orne, standing in the center of the living room.
Rana, arms crossed, a tight smile on his lips.
Ida, leaning against the wall, looking falsely innocent.
- What else... whispered Isolde, annoyed. I don't even have the right to rest?
—Where were you? Orne asked harshly.
- Seriously ? What is this question again?
He took a step closer.
- Isolde... I ask you kindly. Where were you?
—And I would like to understand since when have you been interested in knowing where I am, what I am doing—
— ISOLDE!!!
His aura unfolded suddenly.
The house seemed to vibrate.
Isolde took a step back, trembling.
Rana and Ida exchanged an amused look.
"So it's true," said Orne, his voice cold.
— About... what are you talking about?! she stammered.
—Don't act innocent.
I know about your sex with a boy.
The day you came home in the morning.
Isolde's blood ran cold.
She slowly turned her head towards Ida.
Ida smiled.
— Are you going to deny it? Orne insisted.
"No…" Isolde murmured.
- Isolde, Rana intervened in a falsely gentle tone, are you not ashamed?
Were you raised to act like a slut?
Isolde burst into bitter laughter.
— Said the one who stole someone else's husband.
Tell me… between you and me, are you sure I'm the slut?
- YOU ! Rana shouted.
— ENOUGH, Orne decided.
He stared at Isolde.
—I tolerated many of your failings.
But this time, I won't tolerate it anymore.
—And I will no longer tolerate being mistreated!
What did I do to you, huh?
Why do you never leave me alone?
Even when I wanted to leave, you made me stay here!
"Sister," Ida intervened, "why are you so ungrateful?
Mom raised you like her own daughter despite your character—
— Oh you, shut up.
Ida jumped.
—Who do you think you are to give me lessons?
You were in a hurry to tell them that I slept with a man.
But what about you?
Did you tell them about your sex with the boy you invite here when they're not here?
Silence.
Orne and Rana widened their eyes.
"Ida… tell me it's not true," Rana whispered.
Ida opened her mouth.
"Don't you dare lie," Isolde cut her off.
I have proof.
Ida gritted her teeth.
- Yes.
Rana remained frozen.
—How could you—
"Mom, don't get me wrong," Ida replied confidently.
My boyfriend is the son of the Werewolf King's closest advisor.
It's not just anyone.
Rana's eyes lit up.
- It's true ?
- Yes. Just imagine... what that could mean to our family.
She turned towards Isolde with contempt.
- And you ?
Who's your guy, huh?
What can it bring us?
Rana grabbed Orne's arm.
— Honey... I know Ida did something stupid...
But if this boy is really important...
Orne thought for a long time.
— I would like to meet him.
And no more nonsense under my roof.
"I promise, Dad," Ida replied with a victorious smile.
He turned to Isolde.
—As for you...
You are punished.
No going out until you learn from your mistakes.