Couch Family Crest Novels & Stories

The royal purple leather-clad book was thick and held multiple poems within its hardcover. I traced my thumb over the gold crest stamped on the front. It was our family crest and what our pack was known as. The crest was a mountain with a rising sun. Two wolves stood in front, facing one another and howling upward. It was something similar to the mate bond marks Sydney and I had. I opened to the first page and took a seat and the edge of the bed. There, I found a picture of my sister and me.

It helped, but not much. I closed the file I had just finished checking and rubbed my eyes. Suddenly, Estelle gasped. When I looked at her, she was holding an open book toward me. I took it and glanced at the page. At the top of it was a family crest featuring a crescent moon pointing upward with a star flower in the center. It took a moment for what I was reading to process. The name Brand appeared several times in the tree, but that wasn't what stuck out. I knew one of the names on this tree.

I asked, looking to Papa in surprise. Papa used his finger to follow the curvature of the lines with a soft smile tipping his lips upwards. His eyes held such gentleness as he looked from it to me. “This is our family crest. Each member of the Venscothi family has their own. This one is simply responding to you because it senses the Venscothi that flows throughout you.” “I thought the Toslati was a Gaisreen thing? Wait, family?” I asked, stunned for a moment.