Pandora’s POV.
My mind goes blank after Lilith said I was the queen of the damned and that I’m part angel.
Then, a memory cracks open. A memory I always thought was a dream. But you don’t remember dreams for years after you had them, so that is a memory.
“Mommy, mommy.” I call out as I run head down the corridors that I have been to twice recently in my dreams. I must have been three-years-old.
“Hold on, my little angel. I know you are excited.” She chuckles with my father as I wait impatiently by the large carved black doors.
My mother was a beautiful woman, tall and slender. Her long blonde hair, like mine, held in a high ponytail, her pale skin, and violet eyes shining with love for me. Then my father, a huge, hulking muscular man with dark hair and blue eyes. He is an alpha. He
