One evening, six months after we’d helped stop Alphas from being allowed to rule with fear and cruelty. I retreated to the quiet of our chambers, my mind heavy with the strange man from the attack and the woman telling us our family was at risk. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I closed my eyes and called out to my wolf, Herra.
When are we going to find our family? she asked silently. That woman said that they are in danger. It also doesn’t help that they aren’t who we think they are. My family… the family that raised us. Separated us from each other. They took pleasure in our pain.
Herra’s presence was immediate, a warm and steady reassurance. I wish I knew. Not being connected to when we should have been. My connection to our blood is weak, faint at best. You still haven’t told our ma
