Alpha Dean’s POV
The girl lays in the dark cell, her wolf form almost identical to her mother’s, and I can’t pull my eyes from the monitor’s screen. Her mother’s white wolf was brighter than the silver wolf that the Ashford family is known for, but she’s beautiful, nonetheless.
Ricket, my doctor, says passes me a paper with DNA and blood analysis charts, and I sigh. He knows I don’t understand all this science nonsense, yet he persists in annoying me.
“It’s confirmed, Alpha Dean. The girl is Grayson and Elizabeth Ashford’s daughter,” he finally says.
My eyes are drawn back to the computer screen when she moves. Her fur is dirty, stained with blood and dirt from what Ricket has put her through.
Seeing her in such a state has me feeling conflicted. One part of me likes that she’s suf
