Duncan and Connor. She’d done Y Chromosome testing, and the proof was right there for her to see. They shared the same father. Alphas are born, not made. Their father had been a werewolf alpha, and now, so were both Duncan and Connor. The two men also shared the same mother. She’d been lucky enough to get DNA from the ME who’d worked Katrina McGuire’s murder case that had confirmed their link. “It’s true.” Duncan’s voice. Flat. Cold. And coming from right behind her. She pressed her hands against the table. Thanks to the high-end equipment that Pate had stocked in her lab, she’d had the results in just a few hours. Hours that Duncan had spent pacing. She turned toward him. “Same mother. Same father.” A father who’d been a werewolf. Duncan shook his head. “I don’t remember a brother, I don’t—” “You remember his screams. Now that you’ve seen him again, you’ll probably start to remember even more.” She walked toward him. Duncan’s body was thick with tension and the room seemed charged with his desperate energy.
