A tear fell, and he brushed it away. “She sounded amazing.”
“She was. Just like you. You remind me of her. You even look a little like her when she was younger.”
“Really?” My dad got up and grabbed a faded picture frame from a shelf and brought it over. There in the photo was a gorgeous young woman holding a babe. Her dark, curly hair trailed over her shoulder.
It was like looking in the mirror.
***
“I look exactly like her…”
“Well, you have your mother’s nose.” My dad laughed. “I didn’t want to scare you.” He peered at the picture, then at me. “This is
where we come from, Amy.” He tapped the photo. “Our power stems from her. We have her to thank for everything we can do to protect our pack.”
“You use your power to protect your pack?” I met his eyes.
“Of course. We do what we h
