Freya's POV
I sat on a weathered bench outside Whiteclaw's packhouse in the crisp morning air, my head weighed down with unresolved questions. A continual reminder of the mysteries circling me was the letter I had discovered regarding my mother's relationship with Kade, which was still burning in my pocket. No matter how unpleasant the reality was, I had to know it.
A quiet voice cut through my thoughts, "Freya."
I looked over to Elder Miriam, a thick blanket enclosing her slender frame. She was revered for her historical and folkloric knowledge and was one of the pack's oldest members.
"Elder Miriam," I said, getting to my feet rapidly. "What's wrong?"
She gave a headshake. "No, kid. However, I've been meaning to talk to you. You need to know anything about your family.
I gasped. "My relatives?"
She gave me a nod and motioned for me to follow. "Come on. This is not a discussion to be had outside.
