Hope
I stare at the huge man as Qadira assesses him.
‘Is he our father?’ I ask her.
‘He’s right. He smells like kin, but it’s hard to determine. He smells … off.’
‘Off? What does that mean?’ I ask.
‘Like maybe whatever they did to him in the laboratory stuck with him,’ she says.
“My name is Hope Nunez. I’m looking for my biological father. He was held captive by scientists who used his sperm to impregnate my mother, then they did experiments on her while she was pregnant with me.”
He holds my gaze. “Well, looks like you found me. Leave the wolf and come with me,” he says, starting to turn.
“I’m not leaving Levi here,” I say, not moving.
“Wolves are not welcome in my den,” he says.
I nod. “I understand.”
He turns and begins walking away. I turn as well and begin pulling Levi into
