CALLUM
Silas's warehouse smells like old blood and older secrets. Two hundred years of record-keeping will do that.
"You said you had information about my father," I say.
"I do." Silas pulls out a file. Thick, worn, meticulously maintained. "Been sitting on this for twenty years. Wasn't sure if I should share it. Now seems like the right time."
He slides the file across the table.
The tab reads: "Brennan, Ronan - Alpha Brennan Pack."
My father's file.
"What's in here?" I ask.
"Truth." Silas sits back. "Truth that changes everything. Truth that could destroy your brother's legitimacy as Alpha. Question is whether you want that truth."
I open the file.
First page is a birth certificate. Human birth certificate. Ronan Michael Brennan, born 1954, London. Parents listed: Michael and S
