RILEY
Reyes gave me the names of the three half-bloods with the Harper-Wren bloodline at the end of October.
Two women, one man. Ages twenty-eight, thirty-one, and thirty-four. Scattered across three different pack territories in the Northwest. None of them knew each other. None of them knew the full story. Each of them knew they were half-blood, knew their pack standing was incomplete, knew something about their history had been kept from them.
I read their names three times.
Then I set the paper down on the workbench and went back to the Norton restoration, which I'd been working on for six weeks and was two days from completion, and I let myself think about it while my hands did the familiar work.
Three people who shared something I hadn't known about until recently. Three people w
