Daine presses her lips together, blushing unhappily. It's no great secret that she never knew her Da growing up, but the fact that he's a god is something she tries to keep to herself. Now, she's torn between trying to keep it as private as she can, given the circumstances, and wanting to know how on earth the Doyles know. It's one thing to see her wild magic, quite another to know the source of it. Even Numair hadn't figured out that just by looking at her.

A low growl rumbles in her wolf's chest - too low for Daine to hear, but she can feel it through the leg he's leaning against. "Ma was human," he says, raising his lip enough for a gleam of sharp teeth to be clearly visible. "Da was never there."