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I grin. “Come on in, then.”
Less than an hour later, my culinary ego has grown to the size of a quasar. From the window, I watch Jorma, Saul, and Amanda jump off Koen’s porch and shift into majestic wolves in midair. I follow their supple forms until they disappear. That’s when my phone rings with an unknown number.
In the past, I’d have eaten glass with gonorrhea smeared on it before picking up. However, because of my current high-reward social lifestyle, I have only two contacts: Misery— saved from memory— and Koen— preprogrammed. Which means that I’m not in a position to reject any unknown callers.
“It’s Juno,” the voice on the other end says, and I slump in relief. I don’t have the emotional strength to fend off financial fraud. “The Humans have gotten back to me about your DNA.”
I straighten. “Any news?”
“Yes and no.”
“Hit me.”
“As you know, the more distant the relation, the fewer the DNA segments shared, which decreases the likelihood of detecting— ”
“Juno,” I interrupt, amused.
“Yes?”
“It’s okay if you just tell me the findings.”
A pause. “I wouldn’t want you to think that I don’t trust you to understand the science behind— ”
“Feel free to condescend to me anytime.”
“In that case.” She takes a deep breath. “Your mother’s family seems to be from west of the Sawtooth Range.”
Sawtooth Range. Where have I heard of it? “Isn’t that part of the Rocky Mountains?”
“Correct.”
I visualize a map. Meaningless state lines that Humans drew up, splicing territories they haven’t visited in centuries. “Lakes area, right?”
“Correct,” she repeats.
“Borders with the . . . Midwest pack?”
Half a beat. “Actually, it’s closer to the eastern border of the Northwest territory.”
That would support Juno’s suspicion that my father was from here, too. “Is there a Human family member we could talk to?”
“The closest relatives we found were distant cousins. Not to mention . . .”
“We’re Weres, and they might welcome us with a machine gun?”
“It doesn’t sound too far-fetched.”
“Agreed. Hmm.”
From your mother, the note said. Koen thought it might be a prank, but my mother was from the area, so . . . what if she’s still here? She’s Human, and unlikely to make it into Northwest territory undetected. But maybe she has a Were friend who delivered it for her. Could it be my father? Could he still be in the pack? Unlikely, given how few members would be old enough. But still.
I blow my hair out of my eyes. Through the glass, I see Koen ambling back, breeze snaking through his dark fur. “I’m sorry, Juno, I need to go. Thank you for this.”
“Serena, may I tell Misery? I already know she’ll ask. She is very . . .”
“Nosy?”
“Yes. When it comes to you.”
