Harvey had informed us that they were still hiding out at the Swan Estate. Throughout the whole discussion between meta-dogs and wolves, my gaze regularly brushed against Cahl.
Am I going to have to partner with him? Become his “wife”?
At this idea alone, my whole body shuddered. As to whether it was fear or something else, I preferred not to dwell on the question.
The werewolf ignored my looks, focused on what my canine “ex” cousin said.
Not that I gave more credit than that to the words of a creature without skin and with sharp teeth, but its words correlated with those of my “Aunt Janice”.
Carvin Barrem was not my genetic father. The more things progressed, the more tangible this truth became.
I hated this truth. I hated my new life. I wish all this had never happened.
“We can’t
