ARIA WINTERS
"I'm not your biological father."
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“Yes, I’m not.”
I find the chair next to his bed mostly by feel and sit. What the f**k is he saying? How is he not my father?
I adjust in the chair. The words just don’t sound right. He’s not my father? A thousand thoughts are already running through my head. I guess it makes a lot more sense now that he treated me like s**t, called me broken all my life, and stripped me of basically the only thing that felt important in my life, the wolf that I had for one night.
"Your mother was already pregnant when we met," he continues, his voice cracking. "The father was a man named Daemon. Full-blood empath, same as her. And that’s what got him killed, before you were born. Lyanna was alone, pregnant, being actively
