Chapter 32

Cole whistled. “He’s a big man, and from what I can see of his face, I don’t look at all like him.” He studied it again, closely, then said, “Well, maybe a little, around the mouth.” He shivered. “His eyes are evil.”

“I agree. And other than the mouth, you’re not at all like him. Unless your mother was tiny, I don’t get why Marsham thinks you could be his son.”

“We have to find her,” Cole said.

“How? You were left at the sanctuary.”

“What is this sanctuary?”

“It’s a place set up for shifters who need help or, as the name suggests, sanctuary. I work for them on an on-again-off-again basis, when a child is left there who will need guidance when they reach eighteen—if they aren’t placed with a shifter family.”

“Why didn’t that happen to me?” Cole asked.