Chapter 50

*Ali POV*

I hated skirting out early this morning, leaving Wade sleeping soundly on the floor. He looked so peaceful and serene as he smiled through what I can only assume was a happy dream. It makes me feel worse for not confiding in him about the Rogue King being my only surviving family. Uncle Corbin hadn’t given me much more than vague promises of answers I never sought, but now they have settled in my mind like a festering wound.

I have to know these mysterious answers. This supposed truth that would change my view of my uncle and alter how I see the committee. I wasn’t ready for his answers yesterday. Hell, it’s possible I won’t ever be ready. But Uncle Corbin swears his answers are important not just for me to hear for myself, but for the good of the werewolf community, especially Wade. I’ve tried to convince myself that setting up a meeting with Uncle Corbin again is so I can protect Wade, but I know that this is about me.

I woke Francis up earlier and aske