Eliza contemplated Clara with a sympathetic and sorrowful look on her face, turning that expression to her newfound parents.
“I don’t know,” she answered soulfully. “Anya never mentioned another baby. I didn’t know about her until I came to try to talk to you the first time. When I saw her, I became excited, thinking I had a sister.
“But finding out the truth tonight, that we were born on the same day, I don’t know. How was it you found her, but not me?” The question was damning in itself, but Eliza’s voice held just a touch of condemnation, only enough to prick her parents’ guilt.
Alpha Silverbriar turned troubled, accusatory eyes to Clara, as if she were the one at fault. “An Omega came to us, telling us the others had been killed and led us to the area where they had hidden our baby
