ULRIC
I am not Alistair's son. It sounded like a broken record in my head, and I didn't know how to feel about that. I'm happy that Grace is not my sister, but on the other hand — I felt as if my whole life had been a lie.
I am no longer Ulric Black.
"He's not my son," said Alistair in a whisper.
I couldn't look at him in the eyes. I was afraid that I was going to see rejection in them.
"Aurora, what have you done?" he asked Mom. "Why did it have to come to this? If he is not my son, then who is his father? I knew something was off, but I was too heartbroken to even recognize it. You were already pregnant when you became Luna."
"Al," said Mom. She was in tears and didn't know whether to comfort me or explain to her husband first. Being here in this room felt as if I was inside a
