“A sister?” My father whispered as I was pulling his body up from the floor.
“Does she look like us? Is she mine?” And I shrugged, thinking about it.
“To be honest, I really think that she is. She looks just like me, like us. And I know she has a white wolf as well. I only saw her once in my life. Last time I saw her, she was running away with her mate, they were running to his old pack, hoping they could find shelter there.” I spoke as I lived through the memory again. Trying to understand what had happened, what had happened that had got them inside these dungeons?
And my father looked at me in awe.
“I have to come with you, I have to see her with my own eyes.” He spoke as he started to step forward, looking like a complete emotional mess right now. So I stepped up to him and laid m
