ログインMILLIE'S POVBeside him sat a woman with silver hair pulled back in a braid, her hand gripping the arm of her chair so tightly her knuckles were white. Her eyes—the same shape as my mother's, the same shape as mine—were already filled with tears.My grandmother."Abuelo," (Grandfather,) I said, my voice trembling. "Soy Millie-Rose. La hija de Juana." (I'm Millie-Rose. Juana's daughter.)For a long moment, no one moved. No one breathed.Then my grandmother made a sound—something between a sob and a gasp—and stood so quickly her chair scraped against the floor."¿Juana?" (Juana?) she whispered, taking a step forward. "No, no... eres su hija. Eres..." (No, no... you're her daughter. You are...) She pressed her hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "Eres nuestra nieta." (You are our granddaughter.)"Sí, abuela." (Yes, grandmother.) My own tears started falling. "Vine. Finalmente vine." (I came. I finally came.)Vicente stood slowly, his movements deliberate. His voice was roug
MILLIE'S POVThe man standing before me had my mother's eyes—the same gray-green that I saw in the mirror every day. For a moment, I thought this was him. My grandfather. The man my mother had loved and left.But then he spoke again, and I realized my mistake."Soy Mateo, Gran Centinela de Silverpine Ridge." (I am Mateo, Grand Sentinel of Silverpine Ridge.) He inclined his head respectfully. "Tienes la cara de tu madre. Te habría reconocido en cualquier lugar." (You have your mother's face. I would have recognized you anywhere.)"¿La conocías?" (You knew her?) My voice came out barely above a whisper."Todo el mundo conocía a Juana Oslo. Ella era la hija del Beta, amada por la manada. Se suponía que se casaría con el hijo del Alfa, pero..." (Everyone knew Juana Oslo. She was the Beta's daughter, beloved by the pack. She was supposed to marry the Alpha's son, but...) His expression softened. "Nos afligió cuando se fue.” (We grieved when she left.)"Juana?" I blinked. "My mother's name
MILLIE'S POVI couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about the woman I'd been here—alone, terrified, barely surviving. And the woman I was now—not as scared, and surrounded by people who loved me. Still fighting, but not alone anymore.Around 2 AM, I gave up and stepped out onto the small balcony. The city lights twinkled below, peaceful and quiet."Can't sleep either?" Braham's voice came from behind me.I turned to find him in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Too nervous."He joined me on the balcony, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "You know what I keep thinking about?""What?""That Leo remembers this place. Remembers you bringing him to the park, buying him bread, keeping him safe when you had nothing." He rested his chin on my shoulder. "He remembers you being his whole world. And tomorrow, he gets to see you claim your heritage. Show him that his mother comes from strength and legacy and family.""What if I fail?""Then you fail trying. Which is bet
MILLIE'S POVThe flight landed in Barcelona just after noon, local time. Leo pressed his face against the airplane window, eyes wide."Mama, we're in Spain! This is where I was born!""That's right, mi cariño." I unbuckled him as the plane taxied to the gate. "Do you remember anything about it?"He scrunched up his face, thinking. "I remember... It was sunny. And you were sad a lot. But you sang to me at night."My throat tightened. He'd only been three when we fled back to the States. I didn't think he'd remember anything."Well," Braham said, ruffling Leo's hair, "this time your mama won't be sad. We're all together."We collected our luggage and picked up the rental car—a large SUV to fit all five of us. Braham drove while I navigated, my hands trembling slightly as I recognized landmarks I'd tried to forget."Where are we staying?" Callie asked from the back seat."A hotel near... near where Leo and I used to live." I glanced at Braham. "I thought maybe before we go to the pack to
MILLIE'S POVThree days after the interrogation, I made my decision."I want to go to Spain," I told Braham. "Before the ceremony. Before they set a date."He looked up from the reports Will had sent over. "To find your mother's family?""Yes. But not just because I want to meet them." I sat down across from him. "Because it's the smart move politically."That got his attention. "Explain.""The Council said I need to prove I understand what it means to be pack. That I need to learn your ways, earn respect, show I belong." I pulled out my mother's letter. "How do I do that better than by going to my mother's pack? Meeting my grandfather? Claiming the heritage that everyone says I'm too human to understand?"Braham nodded slowly. "It would show initiative. Respect for tradition.""More than that. If my family accepts me—if the Silverpine Ridge pack acknowledges me—then I come back with their blessing. Their endorsement." I leaned forward. "I'm not just some random hybrid who married the
BRAHAM'S POVWe intentionally chose to ignore the media or whatever anyone had to say about the celebration of our son’s birthday so we didn’t open our laptops or phones to check anything that’d ruin the mood. People’s opinions about us were nothing close to the least of our problems. Millie sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the marriage contract we'd shown the Council. The document that proved her mother had honored pack traditions even while marrying a human. "I've been thinking," she said quietly. "About my mother's family. The Silverpine Ridge pack in Spain."I sat beside her. "What about them?""I need to decide something." She looked at me. "Do I try to find them first? Go to Spain, introduce myself, try to reconnect with the family my mother left behind? Or do we focus on the mating ceremony first, make me officially recognized as your mate, and deal with Spain later?""What do you want to do?""I don't know." She folded the document carefully. "Part of me wants to meet
RENAN'S POVThe pack training grounds were busy when I arrived for the morning session. Wolves in human form clustered in groups, some running drills, others sparring in designated areas. The autumn air carried the scent of sweat, earth, and the particular musk that came from shifters working out t
MILLIE'S POVThe afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting golden light across the couch where Braham and I sat tangled together. His hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh while mine rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Leo was upstairs, suppos
SILAS'S POVI stood outside the courtroom, leaning against the cold marble wall, trying to process what had just happened.Martha was pregnant. With my child. And she'd just antagonized the judge so badly she'd gotten her sentence almost doubled. Fifteen years. Ten before parole.My child would be
MARTHA’S POV I opened my mouth to say exactly what Kevin and I had practiced: "I want what's best for my baby, Your Honor. Whatever that means."But then I looked at Silas.And I saw it—that expression I'd seen a thousand times before. That look that said he wished he was anywhere else. That he wi







