"And our pack house?" I asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.
Kane's arm slid around my waist, pulling me against his side. "Our pack house is where we found each other. Where did you learned who you really are? Where you claimed your power."
"It's both," Liam suggested gently. "You're Blackthorne and Maxwell now. Both bloodlines, both legacies, both homes."
I considered this as we continued exploring the grand house, room by room. In what must have been my parents' private quarters, I found a small hidden compartment behind a loose stone in the fireplace, somehow overlooked by the Northern Alliance during their occupation.
Inside was a silver locket containing a tiny portrait of my parents holding an infant with wisps of dark hair. Me. On the back were engraved three simple words
