ANNELIESE'S POV
The WolfHart Clan’s ancestral home was a cold, imposing place. Its stone walls seemed to hum with secrets, whispers from generations past. I had returned here searching for clarity, but instead, I found memories that unsettled me.
My mother-no, Gertrude-had always told me this was my heritage. That I belonged to her, to this clan. But as I stood in her private chambers, the air thick with her lingering presence, I realized how wrong I had been.
The documents and scrolls I uncovered were old, their edges frayed from time. I spread them across her desk, my hands trembling as the truth began to unfold.
The words hit me like a physical blow. My vision blurred as I read on, each line cutting deeper into the identity I thought I had.
“Lies,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “
