Briar
My head spun as I stared at Eric, his words echoing in my mind like a twisted mantra. Me? The stolen Spirit Wolf child? It was too much to process, like trying to swallow an ocean.
"You're wrong," I said, shaking my head so hard my auburn curls whipped against my cheeks. "There has to be some mistake. My parents were just ordinary werewolves from the Moonfire pack. They had nothing to do with Nightriver or... or any of this Spirit Wolf nonsense."
The torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows across Eric's face. His expression softened, but his eyes remained intense, like twin flames boring into me. "Briar," he said, his voice low and urgent, "those weren't your biological parents. They stole you and hid you all these years."
I stumbled back, my legs suddenly feeling like over
