Third POV
"Who is Helena?"
Lucas's question hung in the air. The confusion on his face mirrored Liam's own.
"What do you mean, 'who is Helena?'" Percival asked, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "She's my granddaughter. The one you claim is your mate."
Lucas and Liam exchanged glances.
"No," Liam said slowly. "Our mate's name is Hazel. Hazel Bailey."
"So that's why I couldn't find her," Percival muttered to himself, slumping into his seat. "She must've changed her name and found a new identity."
"No," Lucas said, his frown deepening. "I don't think that's the case."
"And why is that?" Percival asked.
Lucas's jaw tightened. "Hazel Bailey is the daughter of David and Angeline Bailey. She was placed in our pack's care when she was young. She's been living with us nearly her entire life."
Percival sank back into his chair, the color draining from his weathered face. "That's impossible. Angeline brought Helena to me. I raised her until she was twelve."
