Silence fell over the tent. I sat there, my whole story laid bare, feeling exposed and vulnerable and terrified of what would come next.

Lana returned to her seat, picking up her notebook again. "Tell me about your parents. Everything you know about your lineage. Your bloodline. This is important, Delilah."

"Not much," I admitted, frowning. "My father was the Pack. Gavin Davis. He was strong, respected. That's all my uncle ever told me."

"And your mother?" Lana leaned forward, her intensity ...