Ivan
"Do you see what they do?" Diederick whispers in my ear, the memory fading into my mind. "Does that sound like something a family does? All your life, you've been denied the truth of your destiny. You were meant for much more than to rule this tiny little speck in the world. You were born to be a king."
I'm unable to speak. What could I say? Was any of what I'd seen real? It felt like it was, and Chagan and Fenrir stared at me like they expected me to believe it. Chagan had always known. Whatever my uncle did to me hadn't affected him, and he'd held onto that secret for me.
The werewolf king.
When I was in school, my teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. So even though I'd always known I was destined to be Alpha, I had to give an answer that sounded human. I still remember what I wrote. Other kids wrote about being a doctor, lawyer, and firefighter, but I'd written that I wanted to be a soldier. Even then, I'd known what was in my heart.
