Thirty eight.

Irina’s POV

I look down at the dagger I had just put down. Damien told me that it was the dagger Vivian had and yet it felt like it belonged to me.

“It is ours” Raine murmurs

“How do you know?”

“The markings, it is an old werewolf language. It contains our names”

“How is that even possible?”

Raine shrugs as I just stare at the dagger.

“Raine reckons the markings mean our name”

Damien raises an eyebrow at me “How would that be possible; the Blood pack have never known of your existence”

I shrug my shoulders at him, I had no idea, I had n