It was hard not to get overwhelmed by his memories. I saw glimpses of his entire life. There was so much I wanted to know. I knew we needed to know who the brown wolf is. But first, Bolton. I need to know what Bolton was to him. I could see the resemblance between them. But maybe I was wrong, I hoped so.
I tried to focus on Bolton’s face, hoping it would guide me through all these memories. Some memories started to fade, moving to the back. Almost out of sight. Some became brighter, more in focus. Until one memory pulled me closer, begging me even. It seemed to be a memory of the birth of his son.
I reached my hand, trying to touch it.
Suddenly, I stood in a bright white room. Watching a woman giving birth. Alpha Ryker beside her. Supported her with every push she gave. Her legs were
