I stood there dumbfounded, just staring at Jon.
"My father?" I said.
"Yes, I mean, I think so. So, I visited a pack about an hour away. It's a small pack but a long standing and respected one. Anyways, the alpha had been called away on business so he wasn't there when I first got there. Two days ago he returned. His name is Patrick Shobert." He finished.
"How do you know he's my father? Patrick's a pretty common name." I asked.
"Well, I didn't at first, but something about the guy seemed really familiar. I just couldn't figure out why. He has your coloring. I honestly didn't put it together though until he shifted. Carrie, he has a golden wolf, just like you." I stood there stunned into silence. A werewolf named Patrick with a golden wolf. That couldn't just be a coincidence, could
