“Amelia’s appearance changed,” I said, eager to switch subjects.
“When her wolf manifested, she started to take on traits of her lineage,” Jake said. “Yes, she is actually my sister. She was taken as a baby, switched at birth with Sienna, and disappeared into the human realm. But she is my flesh and blood.”
I was so, so angry at him and his family and everyone who knew this secret and kept it from me.
But, at the same time, beneath that anger and the fear, a new sort of hopeful feeling was starting to emerge, one that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Amelia was alive.
Even if she didn’t remember me, she was still here with me in person. Maybe the memories would come back, or perhaps we could make new ones.
Suddenly, I didn’t have to feel guilty for my budding affections for Annette
