Starting point

“You are Malia’s daughter? ...moons,” Abby whispers, her face morphing to one of shock and then recognition, like she could see the uncanny resemblance to Elise.

The twins, on the other hand, looked at Elise, as if that name alone brought enough bad memories to their home.

“I told you that this girl is dangerous if that bastard Dexton gets a clue that she is here-.”

“-He won't,” Elise cuts in. “Like I said, the monster isn’t my father; he killed my mother when he learned of her infidelity; he says it reminded him of the Calhan tribe wolves. And it seems my mother has a history with your pack, and I just want to find out who I am. That’s why I’m here,” she explains.

Dexton was right about the features of the Calhan wolves; they were most commonly born with black hair, but the special ones among them, the chosen royal blood, had been given snowy locks just like Hayden’s.

Though his brother Holden's hair wasn’t as long as his, its buzz cut still showed his white-gold hair. “S