"Is it?" I stepped closer. "Because I felt it too, Noah. When he said that name-- I felt sick. I felt like I should know him."
I took a deep breath, asking the question that was burning through my heart and mind. "Am I her? Am I Selena?"
Noah’s eyes widened. "No!"
"How do you know?" I cried, my voice rising. "I have no memory, Noah. I don't know who I am. Maybe I am this Selena. Maybe I have a family here. Maybe I’m not just Violet Stone."
"You are not Selena!" Noah grabbed my shoulders gently. "Violet, listen to me. Selena was the Luna of the Sirius Pack. Do you know what that means? She was a werewolf. A high-ranking, powerful werewolf."
"You are human, Violet," He looked deep into my eyes. "You don't shift. You don't have a wolf. You get cold in the winter. You are fragile. You are
