Chapter 22

• I twisted a lock of my hair between my fingers, searching for the right words to explain my situation. Doubts churned in my mind. Could I truly trust Hadrian? What would he do with the truth I was about to reveal? Every fantasy story I’d ever read about werewolves and vampires painted them as mortal enemies. From what I’d gathered, Hadrian, as a vampire, wasn’t particularly fond of werewolves either. And now, I had to tell him I was the daughter of two alphas, and my father was the leader of the pack.
• "My story is... complicated," I began, a nervous laugh escaping me.
• Hadrian didn’t waver. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he replied, "I’m certain I’ll understand."