"What do you mean, your sister?" Rider asked, shocked.
I grimaced slightly, ringing my wrists as I struggled to explain.
"Well, you know that I'm adopted. That my mom and dad found me in the woods and decided to keep me, but I had parents before, a family. They were wolf hunters..."
Flash back
My Father was a man as big as a house. If he wasn't so against werewolves, his build would be enough for him to be mistaken for one. He had bright blue eyes like mine, and a laugh that could shake the house. He wasn't pretty though, he was scarred all over and rough, but to me, he was sweet. He smiled down at me and ruffled my brown locks lovingly, with his large, calloused hands.
"Clea, one day, don't you want to work with mommy and daddy?You can protect everyone, and you could even become a
