“Violet? Like the color of Kas's eyes?" Ashley asks. Her voice is thick with skepticism.

 

“Yeah, Ashley, other than the flower, there are not a whole lot of definitions of violet,"

 

Lenora teases.

 

Reggie looks up from the book he's referencing, 'Kas, what did you say your dad's name was?”

 

“Andy. Why?”

 

Reggie nudges Bronx who leans over the book and reads aloud, "Selene was so enamored with the way Endymion looked while he was sleeping in a cave on Mount Latmus that she asked Zeus to allow her to have a relationship with him. Oh, holy shit.”

 

“Mount Latmus? Like my last name?" I'ma bit confused.

 

“Kas, what if Andy is like some sort of shortened, modernized version of Endymion. Endy, Andy. What if the Moon Goddess turned him into a werewolf? Because that's what she does right? What if she turned him into the first werewolf?" Reggie starts theorizing. Lenora and Ashley stand behind him with wide -eyed disbelief.

 

I blink a couple of times as he throws out questions and until I burst out laughing. Like, a maniacal villain who lost their mind in the middle of the movie, laughing. I'm laughing so hard that I can't catch my breath, my belly hurts, and tears are coming out of my eyes. Everyone is looking at me like maybe I lost my marbles. 2

 

theory. The Moon Goddess, my actual mother? A painting of me as a baby i nan ancient book of werewolf lore? My name in this book is MY

 

a happy yell, but quickly quiets down when he sees the look

 

a good stopping point," Ashley nods. She takes me by the elbow out into the office, everyone follows. 2 We sit around the conference table in the back corner of the office while we eat. Hypothesizing the information we

 

pulls extra cheese out of the bottom of

 

out who I am before we can shift. We have to make sure it's safe for both of us. You want to

 

think. I've kind of lost count because we kept track of time differently back in the

 

“Lex, be serious.”

 

Hell would I

 

is over four thousand years old.” Ashley spits out her water. Milo stops eating, mid-bite of

 

live a lot longer than humans, but I have no idea how much longer. Everyone else asks their wolves how old they are. Saint is the oldest at eight hundred twenty -nine years old. Everyone else's wolves are less

 

have you been attached

 

We're attached through all of your lives. Forever in the past and forever in the

 

over and over for forty-six hundred

 

talking to Lex, Bronx is talking to the others, "If Kas was a goddess, she would be thousands of years old. She's only seventeen years old. We

 

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