Kristen
I had never felt so overwhelmed or confused in my life. I had grown up never knowing the identity of my father. I used to have fantasies about him coming to claim me as my daughter until I was old enough to understand that I was not conceived in love, I was conceived in violence. After that a quiet hatred toward the unknown man settled in my heart, and I no longer wished to know his identity.
It was one thing not to know your sperm donor, it was quite another not to know your species!
And then to discover I once had a wolf, but it was gone, taken from me, by the great aunt who was entrusted to my care. How did she know what I was? How did she know how to destroy that part of me? I suddenly felt an even deeper connection to little Alex. He and I were the same. Werewolf fathers a
