Book 18: How Was It for You?

Fallon

I grip his wrists, staring into his eyes, trying to piece together the last three years of my stupid life to make sense of what he’s telling me. 

“Blake knew?”

He nods, still braced on his elbows, his body flush with mine. 

“My dad knew?”

“I am certain he did, yes.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I am, rightfully, I might add, fucking furious. Beyond livid. The works–whatever stupid adjectives my brain refuses to conjure. “Everyone knew except for me?”

“No, I don’t think everyone knew. Any shifters like your father or Blake–high ranking, Alpha blood, yeah. They would be able to sense it. And… those who knew, other than Blake, that one time, never brought it up again or said anything about it to me.”