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No More Secrets, No More Lies
It’s a few minutes before I calm down enough to ask more questions. Did they know from the beginning who I am? Why did it take so long for them to save me from River Crest? Does all of Io know that I am the daughter of Alpha Reeve and Beta Nemora? Are they angry at me?
“Calm down, wildling,” Rafe hums, kissing my temple. “Breathe. One question at a time.”
“At the time, the witch only told me that Nemora’s bond was switched to a Beta of a nearby pack. No name, information, or defining characteristics,” Christobel says, shaking her head. “It took a lot of searching before we narrowed it down to River Crest. We had no idea Nemora was already gone. And there was no way for us to know if her child was a boy or a girl.”
“Not to mention, it took years for me to step up as Alpha of Io and resume the search in earnest,” Rafe adds. “Up until five years ago, Thane was acting Alpha.”
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