Chapter 190

• I'm not part vampire, diluted from my mother's side. I'm half of a freaking vampire, and for the first time, it suddenly makes sense why my eyes are red and hers never were. Why my gifts are strong, and yet, I never saw them in her. Yes, she was part vampire, but no, she didn't give this to me... he did.
• I shake my head repeatedly, and the only noises are my pathetic gulps, gasping for air. My wails of shock as my entire life history burns to the ground and crumbles to ash. Everything I thought I was. Who I thought I was, was never real. I was never a Whyte. I'm not even bigger percent wolf anymore. I was never Jasper's sister... I was an invading half-breed, and they all knew and kept it from me the entire time. I can't sense any lies or deception in him, and even I know he has no reason to tell me this if it isn't true. Jasper was never a liar.
• "Alora, your father is the vampire who has been waging war against the wolves for two decades, taking over where his ancestors gave up. The thought fuels his wrath and hatred that wolves took his lover and his child, not once but twice. He thought you both perished almost two decades ago and created an army to fight a war. Only then to find that no, she was cut down in the war of his own doing, and his child was taken at ten years old."