The note from the Wraith burned in my mind and suddenly everything clicked into place like a lock turning in my blood.
"Damien. Ezra. Kai. Get in the war room now. The First Father. It's him. My father. He's alive." My words spilled out the second they burst through the door, my hands planted hard on the table.
Damien reached me first, eyes wide. "Alive? Avery, slow down. What just hit you? Talk us through it."
"I can't slow down," I shot back, pacing tight circles on the rug. "The Wraith called me daughter. The legends Ezra dug up. First Father as creator of the lines. It fits. The High Elders have him locked away. I feel it in my bones. Ezra, pull those files again. Tell me I'm not crazy."
Ezra dropped into a chair and flipped open his laptop fast. "Not crazy. The old texts menti
