The Dedication

“What do you mean you were there?”

Damon flinched, sensing the unbelief in Harper’s voice. It was the dire consequence of being written with malice. The historians sided with the Blacks and of course, that would give them more power to write what they want. To record history with an inclination towards them.

“I know it sounds crazy. The books say otherwise, don’t they?”

Harper didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. The doubt and uncertainty painted her face with a frown.

“I can’t blame you if you have doubts about what I just narrated, But believe me. I was there. I was only a little tot but I was there… and I remember it all like the back of my hand. “

Harper knew he deserved the benefit of the doubt. She won’t be too quick to judge. To give that privilege doesn’t amount to fully believing anyway. She can still be careful.

“Actually, what you just said made sense. That’s why the whites have such irreconcilable bond with the other pack. I get it. Is that why you brought me here for? To