Ashleigh nodded and took a deep breath. She told them what she remembered of her time with the Priestess.
Wyatt held Corrine as they heard about the daughter they had lost.
“I knew something was wrong,” whispered Corrine through quiet tears. Wyatt kissed the top of her head. “Why didn’t they tell me?”
“They didn’t tell you,” Ashleigh said, “because of how rare and dangerous twin pregnancies are in werewolves. There was a chance that if you knew you lost her, you would lose me too. Just from the
weight of your emotions.”
“I am grateful for that,” Corrine said, “but I feel like I have mistreated her by not mourning her all these years.”
Ashleigh shook her head.
“No,” she said, “she is a part of me. You have loved her every day that you have loved me.”
Ashleigh reached her hand out, Corrine took it. For a moment, it was just them. Corrine kissed Ashleigh’s hand and thanked her silently.
Sitting back in her chair, Ashleigh glanced up at her father.
