Chapter 21

My mind spins as William leads me back to my cell. The Alpha has to be wrong. I can’t have fae blood. My parents were werewolves. I’m a werewolf. I’ve shifted. I have a wolf. There’s nothing special or unique about me. I’m just another grey wolf in a pack of thousands—or was.

But why don’t I remember my parents? Remember anything from before the boarding house I grew up in? When he compelled me, I said I inherited the Whitehouse lands.

I didn’t inherit them, I found them with Victor. We settled there. That’s why they’re the Whitehouse lands. I mean people could have called it the Rice farm or the Rice lands, but that sounds silly. We didn’t grow rice. I always just assumed people chose to attach my last name to the lot because it was less confusing, and I didn’t take Victor’s last name anyway. It was all I had left of my parents.

They didn’t have anything to inherit, especially a huge plot of land near the Darkwood. They were lowly omegas. It wasn’t always called the Whitehouse farm.