The results came with one breath of relief and one new nightmare.
The good news was that Lewis and Amber were not mother and son.
The bad news was worse.
They were aunt and nephew.
I read the report twice, slowly untangling the bloodlines like pulling knots from a thread. Amber was Lewis's aunt. His real mother had been her sister. That meant the Bolton and Dolton packs were both tied to him by blood. It explained why he resembled Peter. It explained why the Doltons had "protected" him all these years.
Not out of kindness.
Out of respect for his dead mother.
It also meant Lewis was still blood-related to the Blackwell brothers. Cousins. The same cursed lineage running through rival packs.
It was absurd.
Lewis stared at the papers without a trace of relief. His brows were drawn tight, his jaw hard. I patted his shoulder gently. "This is good news," I whispered.
