Draco’s voice thundered through the clearing.
“Who deserves the chance to fight? Who is your daughter?”
Mira’s breath hitched, her gaze locking on her son. Zenof turned sharply, shoulders tense, his Alpha presence sparking like fire in the night air. But it was too late. The words had already slipped free, and Draco was not the kind to let them go unanswered.
“Say it!” Draco snarled. “Tell me the truth!”
Mira stepped forward, her wolf humming with unease under Draco’s rage. “She is our daughter,” Mira whispered, voice carrying like a confession.
Draco’s eyes narrowed, confusion crashing into fury. “Our? You mean McKenna? She’s mine? My blood?”
“Yes,” Mira said, her voice trembling but certain. “McKenna is your sister. Our flesh. Our blood. She was born of me, Zenof’s and mine. We lov
