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Violet surprised me when she patted the pack of my hand. “Bryn, honey, how much do you know about your past?”

I was caught off guard by the question. I thought I’d already told Violet about my origins, but I didn’t mind telling her again.

“My mom, Glenda Hunter, found me in the woods. I was just a newborn and apparently abandoned by my birth parents. I still had the umbilical cord attached to me. None of the wolves in the Kings’ pack had been pregnant, and no one knew where I had come from. At first, Mom was certain that I was a wolf, but when she took me home, she quickly realized that I was human. Gregor wanted her to get rid of me, but she chose to raise me anyway. Mom always said to me that the magic of the world had brought us together,” I finished.

Violet smiled. “I think I’ll like Glenda very much.”

I gave a sad chuckle. Violet said that as if she was going to meet my mom sometime soon, but that was silly. Mom was a four-day trek away, and Troy stood between us. For now, I woul