GALLAHAN’S POV
The Ascension Rite had never been great for me. Sure, it was an important milestone for werewolves, but it always, always brought out all the buried, painful memories back to the surface.
And yet, as I watched Calisto enter and walk down the carpet, not an image of the wretched night of my own Ascension Rite surged to the forefront of my mind.
Instead, I was simply filled with pride.
Then my breath hitched in my throat when my eyes found the same little girl from my painting.
But this girl standing among the bunch of five-year-olds had her copper-red hair beautifully braided into a crown, with thin wisps curling at the sides of her charming young face.
And I just knew, deep down in my gut, that yes! She was my little girl, and the parental blood link would prove it to
