Anastasia's POV
All my senses remained at alert, I sat across from where Robert was seated, he gave me a studied look, Henry appeared with a bottle of wine and juice placing it in front of us.
I still don't understand why he wanted to talk to him, one would have thought he came for Andrew.
“I see you aren't a member of this pack.” He started calmly, not the kind of reaction I was expecting from him.
“Yes.” I whispered.
“I see.” He muttered.
“Is there a reason for you calling me out?” I was tired of him beating around the bush, wanting him to hit the nail on the head.
“Do you know who I am?” He asked instead.
“You are. Andrew's father.” I told him and he gave a slight chuckle.
“You are one special lady…” He said and I shifted uncomfortably. “Your aura gives you away, you aren't an
