Zara
I spent the next few days searching for someone who could help me find my family. I found several private investigators, and sent messages to each one. Obviously I couldn’t mention that I was half were-wolf, so I simply said that I needed help finding my mother.
Only three of the investigators I contacted replied back. All three asked for more information. I explained that I was left with my father as an infant, and that all I knew was her name.
I wouldn’t even have that much. No one ever talked about her. But once when I was young, after an argument with my step-mother, I became determined to learn about my own mother. So I snuck into my father’s office and searched through his papers. I found a few letters he’d stashed in his desk, from shortly before I was born, letters from a w
