Dzhan
My mother looks as regal as she always does with her dark hair and her clear blue eyes that look nothing like mine. She adopted me when she married my father, but there’s always been a part of me, even at just seven years old and meeting her for the first time, that she was meant to be my mom. It’s like there was this instant connection between us and we just clicked that day. She was only twenty something years old and fresh out of the shifter war, biting and scratching at everyone she met, my dad the most, but she was never mean to me. Growing up she was the one person I went to when things fell apart or when my dad got in one of his moods and stayed away for whatever reasons he had to.
It all changed though. I changed. At fourteen when I learned the truth about my origin, about
