Natasha

I stared from Uncle to Aunt to Apollo and then back to Uncle. There was a palpable tense calm in the room, as if just before a storm. “You knew that he was alive and still you kept me hidden from him?” Bile rose in my throat and my vision became blurry. “Just because you didn’t want me to be known as a rogue’s daughter?” I didn’t know whether to be grateful to my aunt and uncle or hate them. I looked at Apollo for long seconds, but he stayed quiet.

“You don’t know how they treat the rogues, Natasha,” my uncle said. “They are like an outcast in every werewolf society. They are not respected, they are—”

I knew it, but to hear it from them was as if they were throwing sharp daggers in my heart. “I don’t want to know about it!” I snapped and then got up to rush back to my room. Tears rolled out of my eyes. My father was alive and they kept me hidden from him. In order to keep me protected from the vices of society, they kept me away from one person who was closest to me. They told me th