DANTE
The tablet slips from Sadie's fingers, clattering against antique wood while her face drains of color. Park Hye-jin's image glows from the fallen screen—mirror-perfect features separated by decades and stolen possibilities.
"Their infant daughter was never found." Julie's voice cuts through morning air that's suddenly too thick to breathe. "Presumed dead after—"
"After what?" Sadie's question emerges raw, stripped of her usual careful control.
"After investigators found blood. Too much blood for an infant to survive losing."
The truth hangs between us like a blade waiting to drop. My mate—brilliant, fierce, recently human—might be the lost daughter of supernatural royalty. Stolen in violence, raised in captivity, drugged into forgetting her birthright.
Through pack bonds, I fee
