"J-Janeen. I-is it true?" I asked in a shaky whisper.
Janeen looked at me with sorrow filled eyes and nodded hesitantly.
"I'm really sorry sweetheart."
"Th-then who are..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. But she understood what I meant.
Janeen held my gaze for a couple of seconds, her eyes glazing over.
"Doyle." My eyes widened.
No.
"You're Doyle's illegitimate child."
And that's when I burst into hysterical laughter.
24 hours earlier...
I snapped my head towards my small window at the familiar sounds of battle howls.
I quickly dropped the towel that I had in my hand and rushed to see what's going on outside, and to my horror, a group of what seemed to be about seven hundred wolves were attacking us.
I rushed downstairs, watching as people yelled at each other and ran everywhere.