_Katherine’s POV_
The next morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucian. His mysterious nature, his past, the photograph—everything felt like a puzzle with missing pieces. I had to find out the truth.
If Lucian wouldn’t tell me, maybe someone else in the pack would.
I decided to start with Maria, the head cook. She was a kind woman with silver-streaked hair, round cheeks, and warm eyes. I had helped her in the kitchen a few times, and she always treated me well. If anyone knew about Lucian’s past, it had to be her.
I found her in the kitchen, kneading dough. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air, making my stomach growl.
“Maria,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Can I ask you something?”
She glanced at me with a smile. “Of course, dear. What is it?”
I hesitated for a mom
