Novel & Cerita Biological Family

Even voicing the words made Rafael feel uneasy. Of course, he had observed all Astrid's differences with her family members. Still, he also wanted to hear everything Astrid had to say. "Yes, they are my real family," Astrid said bitterly, "and I wish it hadn't been the case because I would be at peace thinking they treat me that way because I am adopted, but no, we werewolves have sharp memories from birth, and yes, she is my biological mother. They weren't always this way when I was born; I was the apple of everyone's eyes. My father and brothers would adore me and lavishly indulge me," Astrid tensed.

He looked back at the wall as he continued to answer, “Now it works like this, anyone who has the Vincenzo blood in them is considered a part of the family. For now, there’s only four of us.” “Your grandmother, You, Vincent and Emilio?’ I pretty much knew it for a fact yet stated the words in the form of a question. He nodded, “Now it also works if I have a direct relation with someone, for example, my biological mother had nothing to do with Vincenzo blood but I won’t ever be able to harm her since she’s my direct blood relative but it won’t work the same way with my aunt from my mother’s side.” “Oh, I see.” I nodded as I looked at the floor, “I guess that makes sense.”

I look at him. "Your family," he says. "Your biological family. It can be done. Quietly, thoroughly. I know people who do this well." He says it the way he says things he's already considered — not as an impulsive offer but as something he's turned over and found solid. "If you want to know, you can know. That's within reach." The idea lands in me like something dropped in deep water — I feel it hit the surface, feel the ripple move outward, feel it sinking to depths I haven't yet measured.