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death and her father’s murder. She twisted the end of her scarf and sighed. “Gramps never mentioned her otherwise. I know nothing about my biological parents.”
    “Did Jacob tell you anything about his mother?” Coal asked.
    Shyla shook her head.
    “What about himself?”
    “You most likely know more about him than I do. You know about the letter-per-year rule.” Shyla propped her head on her hand, leaning over the table. She focused on the dark beauty sitting to her right. His complexion held a touch of bronze she associated with a splash of Native American heritage. Christ, it looked good on him. His choice of black attire, from leather jacket to shirt to boots, made her mouth salivate, as well as other parts of her body moist. “Tell me about him.”
    “Your grandfather was a wonderful man. It’s unfortunate you never had the opportunity to spend time with him, but your life is worth far more than the estrangement between your kin,” Coal said. His deep voice softened. He lifted a hand to her cheek and caressed aside stray strands of hair. “Your mother was murdered the morning of your birth. You were cut from her womb and immediately taken into hiding. Your adoptive parents had been arranged on a moment’s notice. If I recall correctly, your adoptive father was a distant relative of your grandfather. That’s how he’s kept in touch without raising suspicion.”
    Shyla’s heart shuddered. Her mother murdered? With her still inside?
    “Why? Who would kill a pregnant woman?” she asked quietly. Her brow knitted. “How did I survive?”
    “Your grandfather killed the wolf who killed your mother before she had the opportunity to kill you as well,” Jacy said. “See, that’s why we asked if Jacob told you about your kin.”
    “He never wrote about my family. He wrote about legends.”
    “And the white wolf,” Coal said.
    Shyla’s eyes widened. She straightened up in her chair.
    Coal nodded once, moistening his lips. “Ah, yes. He did write about the legacy, but apparently didn’t write the reason you were forced into hiding.” He leaned over the table a bit more. “He never wrote about your wolf’s blood, did he? He never told you the reason your mother was killed was because she came from white wolf’s blood.”
    A chill, one that didn’t evoke pleasure, plinked down her spine. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She did not just hear that. This man, as down-to-earth sinful as he seemed, did not speak of wolves and the blood in her veins in the same sentence. Oh no.
    She tilted her head and pinned Coal with a narrow gaze.
    “You’re kidding. You’re not gonna try and convince me my mother was a–a wolf. I don’t believe in that stuff,” she said, lowering her voice to a mere whisper. She cast a short glance to a table of attentive men, all eyeing her.
    Coal didn’t laugh, didn’t smile, or show any signs he joked. The chill froze.
    “You really believe that. You believe in folklore. Of you both, I thought you were more grounded than Jacy here. I’m sure he wouldn’t indulge in tales and legends. My grandfather died of old age. My mother died of complications due to childbirth, and I was already out of her womb.”
    “Nope, sugar. The wolf who mutilated your mother was consort to a female alpha named Laela. She drew in her followers and formed an enviable pack of her own. You see, she wanted the men who belonged to the white wolves. She wanted to be on top of the local packs, the ringleader. Because your mother and your aunts were considered the rare exception to the pack leader status—remember, alpha males run the packs, not females—she saw them as a threat and decided to send her loyal fuck friends to kill them. No one thought the children survived. In fact, we’re not even sure your cousins survived. Jacob only just told us about you a month before he died,” Jacy explained. He spoke with a nonchalance and carefree air. Shyla could do nothing more than stare at