The moment was upon me. After the relief of confirming Alaric's temporary absence and confirming the safety of my parents, I had to drop the bomb—the information that would change everything they believed about our lives and expose them to a whole new level of danger. I could feel the anxious heat rising in my face, and I gripped the edge of Uncle Ethan’s sturdy desk to steady my trembling hands.
"Dad," I started, my voice tight, barely above a whisper, yet magnified by the speakerphone. "How much do you and Uncle Ethan really know about our lineage? Weren’t you both born and raised in the Wildfire pack?"
Both men confirmed yes, their voices a synchronized, familiar rumble.
"That much I knew was correct," I said, my white wolf, Sable, pacing restlessly in my mind. "But what do you know
