Ella
When Logan’s brother questioned me about my mother, I felt a sudden heat rising in my cheeks.
The audacity of the question, the way he said it, filled with a disdain I couldn’t understand, ignited my temper.
“Teach this one a lesson,” Ema hissed. “Oh, how I’d love to gnash my teeth on his skull…”
“Enough,” I said. “Not now.”
“Interesting, considering Ella isn’t even the biological daughter of the Golden Wolf Moana, isn’t that right?” Logan’s brother taunted. “She’s the bastard child of her father and… Who is your mother, Ella?”
I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep my anger at bay. My biological mother’s identity was none of his business, and the way he had thrown the question at me was downright offensive.
As far as anyone was concerned, Moana was my real
