Aitana's POV
The old woman told us to sit in a small living room before she ushered her granddaughter upstairs. She didn't want her to get involved in all this mess, and I couldn't really blame her. It was clear she feared this pack. I might not know why, but I won't ask her to disrupt her life just because I need her help.
She grabbed a photo album and passed it to me. When I opened it, I saw several black-and-white pictures. "Those pictures are of your father and me. As you can see, I was his nana, and he was a pampered child."
Tristan looked at the pictures with interest, but when his eyes landed on one in particular, his expression darkened. He pointed to a photo of my father as a young boy, standing beside a man who bore a striking resemblance to a man the two of us knew very wel
