POV: Mina (Age 17)
I stood in the main hall of the Sterling estate, dressed in Rafe's formal traveling clothes, while Lord Daemon gave a speech about honor and duty.
"The Sterling name carries weight at Lycan Spirit Academy," he said, his voice formal and measured. "You represent not just yourself, but our entire bloodline. I expect you to uphold our family's reputation with dignity and strength."
I nodded and pulled out Rafe's notepad to write a response.
I understand, Father. I won't disappoint you.
The words felt strange coming from my hand. I'd never called anyone Father before. The woman who'd raised me had just been "the woman" because I'd had no other name for her.
But Daemon was Rafe's father. And I was Rafe now.
Daemon studied my face for a moment, that same uncertain expre
