"I found out after meeting your mother for the second time that your name is Annabelle," my father said after we settled in the living room.
Zeke had already gone to bed with most of the guests. Everywhere was quiet, and Zach's arms were wrapped around me, just as Zion's arms were wrapped around Elisa.
Light was melting in Gaius's arms. With someone as strong as him, it looked like a storm blending with a soft light. Something extraordinary.
"I felt a bond that you are my father," I forced a smile. "I needed you so much, but now I have Zach," I said honestly, his head lowered. "All my life, I hated her for not telling me she was a vampire. I…" he choked on tears.
"I even told her to get rid of you, but at the sight of you, I got healed, and it's all because of your wolf. A dire wolf," he said with regret.
My father is a middle-aged man, still good-looking, with features resembling Thaddeus, his nephew. He looked kind, but after hearing his words, he didn't seem so.
