aware that you’re a female werewolf?”
“No.” Cause I’m not.
He pulls out his own tablet and types something. “We have your parents listed as Neil and Bridget Keller of Creola Vista, Arizona, and although your mother is deceased, your father is still alive. Is that correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Have your parents ever given you any indication that they carry supernatural blood?”
I try to picture my dad howling at the moon and manage to smother my smile. I then think of my mother. Even though most of my memories of her are fuzzy, I never saw anything unusual in her either.
Although if I tell him the truth, they may realize I’m not a female werewolf, in which case I’ll be back in my initial predicament, so I settle with, “I don’t know.”
Wes’s eyes narrow, and I make sure to keep my back straight and my expression smooth, although I have a sneaking suspicion I’m not fooling him.
Wes types something else on his device and appears to be reading whatever he found. He looks back at me. “Your father’s lineage can be traced back to Germany. His ancestors first arrived in the US in 1890. According to our database, there isn’t a drop of supernatural blood in anyone on his side. As for your mother…” His fingers fly across the tablet again, he then frowns. “That’s strange.”
“What is?” Kelly asks and leans forward.
“Her mother’s history can’t be found.” Wes secures his tablet to his waist again and crosses his arms. “Your mother died of suicide, correct?”
I flinch but nod.
“And your parents were married for eighteen months before you were born, but she died shortly after. Is that also correct?”
“She died when I was five.”
“So she was without her pack for over six years.” He taps his chin, and my heart begins to pound.
I suddenly remember what Collin told me about female werewolves. While men who leave their packs turn into psychotic murderous rogues, the females who abandon their packs often suffer from mental health issues—mainly depression.
Holy shit.
My heart beats harder, but I shake myself. There’s no way my mother was a werewolf. My father never mentioned anything like that, and even though he has his faults, he wouldn’t keep something like that from me. I’m sure of it.
Wes looks me over. “You certainly have the build of a female werewolf. Tell me, have you always been athletic?”
I think about the multiple sports I’ve been involved in since I was a child. Sports come easily to me. They always have. “Um, yes.”
“We’ll need to test your blood to confirm your lineage.” Wes begins issuing orders to Kelly. Apparently, it’s a big deal that I’m not in their database. It seems that all supernaturals are tracked by the SF.
If I’m even a werewolf at all.
My mind spins as they hash out a plan to confirm my ancestry. Before I know what’s happening, I’m ushered out of the door and am on my way to their lab.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m a female werewolf? An actual werewolf?
As much as shock fills me, I’m starting to see that it could be true. I’m tall, strong, and athletic—something Collin said all female werewolves are and which Wes just confirmed. A memory flashes through my mind of the first run Collin and I enjoyed together in the Cascades. He’d made a comment about not knowing any human woman who could run like I do.
But female werewolves could.
The familiar pain tightens my chest when I think of Collin.
“Wes?” I ask when we step out of the elevator on the second floor. “Can you please tell me how Collin’s doing?”
I expect him to ignore me, since no one’s bothered to give me any updates, but he surprises me by replying. “He’s fine. He’s being held in the prison block.”
Nerves prickle my skin. So he’s here, he’s alive, and he’s okay? “Is there any chance I could see him?”
“No.” Wes gives Kelly another instruction before leaving us.
Dammit. So much for supernatural blood giving me that privilege.
I follow Kelly down the hall, my breaths shallow. What would Collin say if he knew that I was a werewolf?
I close my eyes, remembering my mother. The tall beautiful woman that haunted my dreams for years after she died flashes through my mind. Were you really a werewolf, Mom? But why didn’t you tell us?
My stomach twists as a flash of betrayal seers through me. It was bad enough that she killed herself and left me without a mother, but to also lie to me and