"I really hope so." I could hear the doubt in my voice, something she picked up on. I felt her hand on my cheek, making me look at her.
"What's wrong?" She searched my face, and I knew I couldn't lie to her.
"Well... My Dad is great, you know? A great role model. But... he's not my Dad. And where I came from... who I came from..." I laughed bitterly. "I'm just scared."
"Listen to me." She got on her knees, eye level with me. She placed her hand on my shoulders firmly. "You are not that man. You are kind, caring, sweet, considerate. You care about others, not just yourself. You've done more for this pack since you've been here than he did in his lifetime. You saved them Jasper. You are not him."
"You really believe in me that much?" I whispered.
"Of course I do. I was wrong about you.
