“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

 

You can't honestly believe that," I reason with him in between laughs, "The chances all these things are coincidences is a whole lot more realistic than it all being connected in some sort of ancient greek conspiracy 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

 

but quickly quiets down when he sees the look on

 

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

 

is Elexis anyway," Lenora asks while she pulls extra cheese out of the bottom

 

to figure out who I am before we can shift.

 

eighty-two years old, I think. I've kind of lost count because we kept track of time differently back

 

“Lex, be serious.”

 

would I joke

 

is over four thousand years old.” Ashley spits out

 

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 than two hundred

 

spirits have you been attached

 

your lives. Forever in the past and forever in the future. Don't

 

reincarnated over and over for forty-six hundred

 

was a goddess, she would be thousands of years old. She's only seventeen years old. We

 

I was

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