I've already said that, in my recent life, it seemed that for every answer I got, my mind was filled with a hundred more.
"My mother had managed to tell me something about how my life had been in danger from the moment I was born, and she had to leave me and run away, pretending to be dead, to save my life and hers.
But where did my father fit into all of this?
My grandfather and his strange death?
Did all of this have something to do with the fact that I was a silver wolf?
Well, I would have time for those answers. At least, in that last moment, my mother had been honest and had answered my question when I asked her to.
For now, it was the twins who were keeping secrets, ones I was willing to unravel not only for my immediate peace of mind but also because I needed to understand wha
