I flipped it open, and while there wasn’t a photo inside, it contained data about where he had been. Every place he had lived. He moved constantly. I got the sense he wasn’t affiliated with any pack. That could only mean one thing—he must be a rogue.
Maybe he hadn’t become a rogue yet when my mother knew him.
That would definitely make it a lot more difficult for us to find him now.
“Do you actually think he might be your father?” Elias asked.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never even seen him. I don’t have anything that makes me think he is,” I said.
“Come on, they’re already aware that we’re here. We can’t stay much longer,” he said.
“I know. But something else has to be here, something I haven’t found yet. All I learned was that Dad really did kill my mother. I need more than just t
