Elena's Pov

“You’re lying."

“I am?"She took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. Old, yellowed, and soaked with signatures. “That is a copy of the original contract. Read it for yourself.”

She shoved it at me. I grabbed it, my hands trembling.

The words swam before my eyes. Legalese. Pack slang. But then, at the bottom, in writing that was unmistakably from old letters...the signature, my father’s.

In exchange for our safety during the war and safe passage with my ...