“No,” I said. “No, that’s—that’s not possible. My mother was nobody. She was just—”

“She was in hiding,” Jaxon interrupted gently. “Because someone orchestrated the massacre of her entire pack. Someone who wanted the Silvermoon bloodline eliminated.”

My hands were gripping the arms of the chair so hard my knuckles were white. “Who?”

Jaxon’s eyes were full of something that looked like guilt and rage. “Alpha Silas Blackwood of the Western Territory.”

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