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My wolf growled inside me, begging for the chance to sink his teeth in Lance’s neck, but what he’d said confused me. I stepped back, letting Lance catch his breath. He rubbed his chest where I’d held him.

“You and Bryn aren’t even close,” I said. “The only time you ever interact is when you’re saying cryptic bullshit to her. Why do you care about her at all?”

Lance started to laugh. “You can thank our familial bond,” he said. “Bryn is my sister.”

Shock speared right through my chest between my ribs. I stared at him, disbelief and confusion warring for supremacy inside me. “No, she’s not,” I said. “Bryn is the daughter of a pack mother and a wolf named Lucian Slate. You can’t be related.”

He leaned more comfortably against the tree. “We share the same mother. She had me before she found her way to the Wargs Pack.”

My mind was reeling with this information. “Say I believe you. I don’t, but let’s just pretend.”

He raised a brow.

“What does this have to do with that book?”

“It’s got infor