My wolf stirred at the mention of our bloodline. Royalty? Hardly. I felt like the ugly stepsister being shoved aside in the pack. All of this madness stemmed from something so, something so, powerful?

How would grandmother be of royal blood and not know about it? Well, obviously they did know about it. It was written in the book. Maybe her diary would talk about it soon. She had to find out for them to do the digging on her bloodline.

Why wasn’t it mentioned to the pack? Why ...