Chapter 57

***Marcella***

“Look, Mommy. Pretty wolves,” Ky murmurs, everyone in the room staring at the pup. He examines the picture, his tiny finger tracing along the wolf.

“So he’s gifted as well,” Roxana whispers to herself, her brows furrowing in confusion. “But neither of you are Silver wolves. I would have sensed that by now,” she thinks aloud, tapping her chin with her finger. “And your ex-husband