“Was I the only child of my mother?”

Emma asked, letting her hands slip into the crack between her thighs, her heart thumping more than usual. She found it surprising that she so wanted Freya to be her sister. Her twin.

“Tempest didn’t say. But if I should take a guess, I would say no. The nurse we had hired to take care of her, mentioned that she must have given birth to more than one child at that time.”

Emma sighed in relief.

Hearing her mother’s answer solidified the already staying motion that Freya was her twin.

But she had left her sister back at the pack.

Emma scratched...