CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NEW FRIENDS
AMBER’S POV
Early this morning, my mother admitted two things. One: I’m not a normal wolf. Not even close. I’m a primordial supposedly one of the rarest and most powerful bloodlines in werewolf history. The kind of wolf that hasn’t been seen in decades, the kind stories whisper about but no one dares confirm. Two: My father is still alive.
I’d stared at her, blinking through a fog of disbelief and betrayal. She didn’t say where he was, who he was, or why she’d spent my whole life pretending he was dead. She just looked me in the eye, let the truth slip, and then locked herself in her room before I could push further.
And now, hours later, I’m still spinning. My blood feels thick with unanswered questions. My heart like it’s been cracked open, letting in a
