Isla
I-I promise I didn’t steal it.” I held it to my throat, unsure why I was so possessive over it now.
Abigail looked at me frantically. “She had it on her when I first saw her, I promise.” Abigail had her hands up.
“Ladies, no one is saying that you took it from anyone,” William said, looking at us.
Then what were they saying? I looked at Elder John.
“I think you might be one of Alpha Amos’ direct heirs. There’s a chance at least. I’m not sure how else you would have gotten such an heirloom at such a young age.”
“I told you my parents were rogues,” I repeated.
“Gianna, William?” Elder John asked, “Where do you keep your heirlooms?”
“They are in a vault underground. We don't even keep them in the office safe,” William replied, “We don’t wear them anymore unless it's for an occasi
