Maverick sat with his head in his hands. He could feel the weight of Arden’s hand on his shoulder, his entire being was thrumming with the information the man had just thrown at him. His voice was shaking as he spoke. “And the old woman who delivered the babies, is she still alive?” he looked at Arden. The older wolf shook his head solemnly. “No , she passed away shortly after delivering the girls to Droake” he replied. “But I have a journal, it has a lot of other useless information in it, but her last few weeks are in the book, including her time spent with the twins, their beginning, their parents end” Arden said softly. Maverick felt his energy draining. He sat quietly for a moment, his brain trying to process the onslaught of history and information Arden hit him with. He wondered br
