I glanced at my phone and sighed. It had been days after the attack and Kinsley was still consistently checking my whereabouts. She insisted I turn my phone’s GPS tracker on. I complied but we still haven’t talked about it. I leaned back in the Everette’s chair. We were in the library at his house because he insisted on reading about werewolf genealogy. I’m not sure what he’s gaining from it, but the serious expression across his face told me not to interrupt.
“According to the records, all wolves born of wolves were able to transform,” he said glancing at me. “I don’t understand why my wolf was ‘dormant’.” He made air quotes.
I nodded. “What brought this on?”
“I was just thinking about Julian.” His eyes rested on the textbook. “I’m not a true heir. All of the wolves I read about that
