Adrian's mom searched frantically for me, but I'd vanished. As he grew up, Adrian never stopped looking. Three years ago, he learned I'd been adopted by the Westbrook pack. Overjoyed, he planned to find me, only to hear I'd fought the entire pack to stay with my foster brother, Damian—taking eighty-eight lashes and getting sent abroad.
His heart broke for me. He followed me to that foreign pack, searching everywhere, but I was a ghost. Defeated, he sat on a street corner and played "Heart's Echo," not knowing it would reach me.
When he returned, he heard the Westbrooks were arranging a bond for me. He reached out, begging to be considered, and they agreed.
Tears streamed down my face as I listened. All this time, someone had been holding me in their heart. I was a Westbrook by blood. My
