Eddie was his usual cringing self when came to getting the swab done. Cal rolled his eyes several times while they watched the process. All he could wonder was how badly Eddie would respond to receiving an injury or the process of seeking care for that injury. Tara, though meek, was far better taking the bumps and bruises of training and she’d out stripped Eddie with her fighting skills weeks after they started training. There was no way in his mind that these two were related. Nothing lined up. Healer Daniels could finally get the test from Eddie, and Tara didn’t take nearly as long. But Tara was the one Cal worried about the most. Eddie was a survivor, even if he depended on Tara like she was a crutch for him. Tara, on the other hand, was flip flopping, being okay and looking forward to a possible family who wanted and appreciated her. Then she’d feel guilty at the thought of Eddie being alone in life. Tara worried he’d feel like everyone abandone

The next morning Tara sat in her office trying to prepare for the morning going head. She had all the inventories done. Along with several requests fulfilled, and she was feeling rather good about it all. There were even a few applications for the positions she disclosed the night before waiting for her in a box on her office door. She was looking for two people right now. One to assist Rachel with pack duties and one to assist her until she could meet the Lycan. “Okay, I need you to deliver this these to the pack who made the requests. They can take it from there. Thanks. If they have questions, they can ask me tomorrow at breakfast in the pack dining room. Got all that, Jaxon?” Tara handed Jaxon a rather large stack of responses for him to hand back to the interested parties. “I believe so. You’ve been busy by the looks of this.” Jaxon flipped through the stack of white and manila envelopes, checking out the names on each one. “Y

“Come on, this isn’t happening right now. You and I need to talk about this.” Cal pulled Tara from the training room. He could test her later.Right now he needed to know what happened because he had a feeling this was something that made Tara who she was today.This was something she should have disclosed on the forms she’d filled in when she first stepped foot in his club. It was something any decent dominate would keep in mind when working with any submissive. Gad, this was something as her mate he should have known all along.Tara was hesitant to go with him, as seen by how she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp when he tried to guide her from the training room. “Tara, we need to talk about this now. It’s not something that will wait. No, that’s not right exactly. I can’t let it sit between us until we’ve had a chance to process it’s implications.”“Implications? There’s no implications, unless you’re going to report me to the ruling council, reject me, an

Tara stared at the email and the explanation of the results. “I’m seeing this correctly. Eddie may look like me, but he’s not blood related to me in any way. That there’s no question that Alpha Danvers is my uncle.” They still sat at the kitchen counter where they’d been talking. Tara could only describe her emotions as if she’d been put through an emotional wringer again. If admitting to the attack all those years ago and describing what happened to her, now she felt like she was on a verge of having a nervous breakdown. “It explains a lot. Why he sucks at fighting, and you don’t. His perchance for rogue-like activities and your straight and narrow tendencies. You were born into a family of alphas, but raised by a pack of rogues.” Cal now understood a lot of things that weren’t clear before. Comparing Tara to Eddie now was meaningless, and explained why their skills were so different. It wasn’t because of their differing experiences, but because genetically

Kole Danvers sat in his home office, which looked over the play yard of the school next door to his pack’s main house. That’s where they sent their pups to school, along with other packs. It was something they did to try to foster a working relationship between the packs going into the future. It wasn’t always perfect and clean cut. Pups possibly ran more on instinct than adult wolves did. He thought of this because he’d stared at the email list with an email from the Healer that did the DNA tests. If it came back with what he thought, it would. Then one pup fell through the cracks and somehow, he’d failed to find her. It only made things worse to know she shared his family’s bloodline with him. Kole hadn’t expected the forceful impact of so many emotions from looking at an email listing. “You’ve been staring at that screen since I knocked. What have you so focused that you didn’t hear me knock Kole?” Elliot Hawkins asked as he blatantly walked into