Garrett’s POV
My hope of getting an official DNA test fell through.
I had wanted so badly to open that grave and find who was buried underneath it once and for all. But when I met with my pack doctor, reality had hit me like a cold bucket of water.
Jasmine was an orphan. She had been brought to our territory as a young foster child with no biological family on record.
There was no blood relative in our files to compare the bone samples to, and testing the remains against her foster mother, Willa, would prove absolutely nothing because they shared no blood.
I was completely stuck. I had no physical proof, no medical records, and no way to prove my claims.
Over the last couple of days, that helplessness almost drove me insane. I forced myself to step back and watch her from afar, try
