Bree
We did some digging into Lyla’s life and came up with gold. For one, she had been raised in the orphanage herself and volunteered there before she became a full-time staff member. She kept a pretty quiet, lowkey life. She didn’t have a mate yet and spent most of her time at the orphanage or the library.
We were reading through her online file when my parents appeared before us.
“Bree! King John, how are you?” My mom came around his desk to embrace both of us. My dad stood tall and proud as he watched my mom fuss over me.
“King John.” My dad nodded. John walked around his desk to shake my dad’s hand.
My mom wasted no time.
“Take me to the orphanage.” I glanced at John and he nodded.
We all went downstairs and piled into his truck.
The short ride to the orphanage was q
