“We’ve been restless all night,” Mom said as they approached me. “I swear I could sense something was wrong, I just didn’t know what.”
“Me, too,” Dad said. “But we didn’t know what could be the cause. Not until we got your message.” He paused a moment before asking, “Amelia?”
“She was in a horrible attack,” I told them. “But she saved herself because her wolf manifested.”
“Her… wolf…?” Mom asked, her eyes going wide. She looked at the door to the emergency room. Back there, somewhere, was Amelia.
I swallowed hard, knowing what I had to ask. It was past time for the full truth to come out, but that didn’t make this conversation any easier to have.
“Mom. Dad,” I said, claiming both of their attentions back onto me. “Did you know that Amelia is your daughter?”
“What?” Dad said sharply,
