They carried themselves with effortless authority, dressed in wealth, surrounded by an air of power that made them feel untouchable. And now they were claiming she belonged to them, that she was their missing sister. The idea felt absurd, almost laughable, yet no one in the room looked like they were joking.
Then a colder thought slipped in, cutting through her confusion. If what they were saying was true… then the mother she had briefly known, the one Maddison had killed, was she their mother too?
Her chest tightened.
And she couldn't even ask. Not when she was pretending to have amnesia. Not when a single wrong word could unravel everything.
Her mind raced, grasping for logic, for anything that could make sense of this. If they were truly her biological brothers, then why couldn't she smell anything from them, none of the distinct scent that marked werewolves?
