BURIED SECRETS

POV: Ivory Wells.

The blurry surveillance picture in my shaking palms hammered like a jackhammer in my chest. It saw a little dark haired child being escorted away by an unidentified person. But those huge naive eyes that had followed me around for two long years were unmistakable.

Darcy my beautiful daughter!

Emotions threatening to engulf me, I sank onto the ancient couch, the picture dropping from my fingertips. Was she still among us? Could it be possible that after all this time, believing she had died and picturing the worst? As opposing dreams and anxieties fought inside of me, tears ran down my face.

Something was wrong, I've suspected ever since Jeremy showed up on my doorstep inexplicably a few weeks ago. It smelled of secrets and deceit, the way the weird child clung to me, those uncanny resemblances to Darrel. I ought to have known that after I was banished, the Purple Moon pack would never leave me alone.

Then Jeremy said, "I've never seen or met Jenna before." How, of c