Updated. Hope’s P.O.V The night went on and my dad and I talked a lot more, getting to know one another and it was amazing, he was amazing. I was so happy that I was finally getting to know my real father and where I came from. He told me about his life with my mom, how they met and how happy they were together. He told me how when they decided on my name he had a blanket made with my name sewn into it, which explained how the ones I thought were my parents knew what my name was. My dad had officially accepted and welcomed me as his daughter and into his pack, even though I had my own, but when he did that it created a whole new bond between us and I could feel the connection being made between him and me. My dad was so strong, compassionate and loving with me. This was what I had bee

