Whitefish River It's hard to believe

I suppose not, it just seemed as if I might have been your first love. Had the tone of their conversation not turned so mellow there might have been more of a joking humor to her comment despite her words reflecting her honest thoughts. The man had been overly clingy and sing-songy as if she had been a childhood crush, but it appeared she would not be the first to catch his eye. Part of her wished to ask what happened, but it was none of her business.

Likewise, the painted man asked to hear more of her past. It was something she rarely spoke of, but not from discomfort. Ira had left that life behind, there was no point reflecting on it aside from acknowledging those days made her the woman she is today. I don't mind, only few know. She doubted he would understand as their last conversation seemed to conflict with his ideas of the world, but if he wanted to know she would not hide anything. My birth pack valued those of purity. My mother broke the cycle of clean blood with my father, an outsider. After my sister and I were born my Mother fell sick and passed away. I hear my Father pleaded for the alphas to take me in...and given my Mother's standing with the pack they agreed. We were raised as if we were their own, but there was no hiding what we were. Most did not hide their feelings towards us and those who did were not always good at keeping their true feelings a secret. There was much more to her story of course, but her explanation was enough for Hiero's question.