Lynn's POV
Dad's face crumpled with guilt and grief. He sank deeper into the chair beside my bed, his hand still gripping mine like a lifeline.
"I'm so sorry, Lynn," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have told you years ago. Should have prepared you. But I made a promise to your mother—your biological mother—and I didn't know how to break it without betraying her memory."
He took a shaky breath and began.
"Your mother's name was Elena Ravencrest," he said. "She was the Alpha of one of the most ancient and powerful werewolf bloodlines in existence. The Ravencrest family has been legendary among werewolves for over a thousand years."
I listened, stunned into silence, as he painted a picture of a woman I'd never known.
"The Ravencrest bloodline carries a rare gift," Dad c
