It takes every ounce of self-control not to scream that she’s a filthy liar.

“Your father has always been power-hungry,” Jena continues.

“I see,” I say, keeping my composure and a straight face. “Anything else?”

She looks at me with more than a little sympathy. “That’s all I know, I swear.”

My wolf whines softly. Jena Aldenwood is telling the truth. That is, she believes what she’s saying. It might be a disgusting lie, but to her, ...