"Sam, can I have a word?" Mya asked. It's been a week since she and Taylor spoke about her heritage. And she wanted to see if she could help.
"Sure, what's up? Do you have a lead?' Sam set the papers down she was signing.
"No, nothing like that. I was just wondering something."
"Okay?"
"So we are friends now right?'
"Sure." Sam wanted to make a joke, but the seriousness in Mya's eyes stopped her. "What's the matter, Mya?"
"It's more about Taylor. I need to ask you a favor."
"Shoot."
"Is there any possibility we could go through the records from when she was born? I know you keep them, to follow the bloodline of your pack."
"I'm not sure what that has to do with Taylor."
"Shit."
"Mya, we are friends. So whatever it is, it stays between us." Sam stood from behind her desk and
