{Lisa’s POV}

“There’s only one thing I want to do…” I replied. “I want to know all of it. Every single thing that was kept from me.”

I let out a shaky breath. “No more secrets.”

I sat back in the chair, still reeling from the photograph of the wolves and the baby cradled between them. My fingers trembled where they rested on the edge of Mistress Arlena’s desk. For years I had carried the certainty that I was human, that I was different from all the creatures who had torn apart my life. And now, with only a few words and a faded picture, I realised my history was...