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== Enna’s POV ==

A wave of nausea hit me while I held on Simon for my dear life. Collins’ eyes were wide, looking at me like he had seen me before. Simon’s arms reached around me, supporting me. I took a few breath, through the mouth, so I couldn’t smell him, before gaining my composure back.

Collins was now against a wall, he was even paler than before, if that was even possible, he held onto a small dresser, as if he needed help staying up.

“Enna, is it him?” asked Nathalie. I could feel she was stiff, trying to understand the situation. I shook my head. “No, he looks like him, and smells like him, but it’s not him” I managed to explain.

“Are you sure?” asked Simon, his entire attention only on me.

I snuggled closer to him, feeling his arms around me, his gaze on me and his energy surrounding me, made me feel better and stronger.

“Yes, He doesn’t have blue eyes or pale skin” I answered in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

“What’s going on?” asked Martin’s voice. His attention wasn’t directed to us at all, it was solely on Collins. The man had shrunk against the wall, he looked terribly unwell, and Martin was shaking him by the shoulder, trying to get a reaction from his Alpha.

“She looks like her” he stated in a whisper, looking at me like I was a ghost. “She’s got her eyes, even her hair, she looks just like her, but it’s not possible” he kept going. “She’s gone, she’s dead”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Simon, suddenly snapping his attention to the other Alpha. Lara had gone from protection mode to a motherly care towards Collins. She took him by the arm and pulled him to the nearest arm chair, forcing him to sit.

“Would you care to explain?” pressed Simon, getting a warning growl from Martin. James went and stood between his Alpha and Collins’ beta in two steps. I pulled Simon back into the couch. Maybe, we needed all to be calm and seated for this. Lara brought him a glass of water, he drank it straight, and then his eyes settled on me.

“It isn’t possible” he murmured to himself.

“Will you speak or should I make you?” growled Nathalie, obviously annoyed at the situation. Martin growled at her, and she growled back, before Simon took over and growled even louder to make a statement.

“Explain yourself Collins” Simon said, his voice stone cold.

“She looks like my mom” he stated, looking at me in the eyes.

My heart leaped and crashed.

“WHAT?”

It wasn’t me who spoke, it was Simon. He looked from me to Collins and then from Collins to me. “You two look nothing alike” he stated, “and it’s not possible, she isn’t a wolf”.

“I know” answered Collins, “I can smell her from here. They smell the same.”

“I’m not your mom” I answered. I know I was stating the obvious but I clearly needed to make sense of it, and for some reason, I needed to say it out loud.

“I know that!” answered Collins, he looked almost angry, his brows knotted together, his brain probably racing, trying to make sense of what was right in front of him. “She wasn’t my real mom anyway” answered Collins. Martin’s eyes widened at the statement.

“Would you care to explain what you mean?” asked Simon. I could feel his uneasiness at the situation, he clearly didn’t like what was going on, and I couldn’t blame him. I was strangely detached from what was going on. Something was up, he knew me, or someone who looked like me, and I knew someone who looked him, but we had never met. I had spent most of my life in a cell, of course I didn’t meet anyone from the outside, but I never met any wolf until I was sent to prison. My parents didn’t have any shifter friends.

“I wasn’t raised by my mother” started Collins. “My mom, our previous Luna, died shortly after I was born. Then, my dad found his mate, but she wasn’t a wolf. She smelled like you” he said, looking straight up at me. “You look so much like her….”

He paused before clearing his throat and kept going, “My dad kept her hidden. He said the pack wouldn’t like it if they knew. She wasn’t powerful enough, she wasn’t a Luna. He kept her inside the house, she took good care of me.” A small smile appeared on his face, like he was remembering a distant happy memory. “She died when I was twelve. She was really sick, and then she was gone. We buried her on our land. My dad never fully recovered.” Martin nodded along the tale.

“Your dad passed?” I asked. I don’t even remember the thought forming in my mind and my mouth moving. Collins nodded, “Just in time for my nineteenth birthday. I took over the pack after that.”

A little moment of silence greeted the end of his story before he managed to look up back a me.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, and who I look like but we didn’t attack this pack. We’ve been allied for centuries now, and we know each other Simon, I would never.” His voice was strong again, Alpha like, so different from the emotional tone he used during his story, but he switched again when he asked me his next question.

“What did your mother look like?”

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