Tracey

Charles led Adrian and me to a room down the hallway in which we landed. Anja and Orrin didn’t follow; they were led away by Anja’s father.

I’m not going to lie; I am terrified right now. What Charles said in the hallway about him being my real father shocked me.

I mean, it can’t be true, right?

My mother wouldn’t be that cruel, would she?

I sit beside Adrian on the old-fashioned sofa and keep my hand in his.

I’ve never seen anything like this room. I’m not sure what year we’re in, but it seems to be the 1800s or thereabout. From the décor and furniture, I’d say I was right.

If that’s the case, and if what this man is saying is the truth, then I’m related to my best friend. Christ, it would make Anja my aunt! And to think, I thought I was older than Anja.

It also means that my mother has been lying to me my whole life. She bound my wolf, but she kept my true identity from me.

How am I supposed to forgive that?

I don’t want to believe Charles could be my father; I feel I would be betra