Draven’s POV-
“Julius.”
That is what this woman before me called me, as she stared at me with a familiarity that I had never seen in someone’s eyes before. How could she recognise me as her son when she last saw me as a baby? I was so confused. Was that my name? Was that the name she gave me at birth? I could tell this June was my mother. My wolf recognised her, as his own flesh and blood. A part of me knew I came from her. Is that how she knows I am her son? Her wolf recognises me.
“I never thought I would see you again. You have grown up so much. I am your mother and I missed it all. Oh, Julius, I am so sorry,” she reached out for me, but I stepped away from her reach.
“My name is Draven,” I finally stammered out, my voice soft almost a whisper.
The woman shock her head, “No, pl
