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[Rosco’s POV] “I am.” Denali’s words are strong and clear, despite the tears that are brimming in her eyes. And despite the quiver of her lip, her gaze holds steady, and the hatred there is like a knife to the heart. No, I couldn't let her continue to fool me. This was all a f*****g trick, and I wouldn't be played as the fool. “How?” I hiss, removing my fingers and taking a step back. “Everyone knows…” “What my father wants them to know,” she finishes for me. “Are you one to believe everything you’re told without any solid proof?” Solid proof? There was plenty of f*****g proof! When it came to pack gatherings and events, the gossip was deafening. However, here I was with that very daughter, and I was finding that she wasn’t what she was said to be. “This has to be some trick,” I gro