#Chapter 106: Secret Sister

Iris & Arthur Iris The shopping bags rustle as I shift them in my arms, stepping out of the taxi in front of my apartment building. My head still feels foggy, like I’m walking through a dream—or maybe a nightmare. I keep replaying Caleb’s words in my mind: You’re my sister. You’re a werewolf. How am I supposed to process that? My entire identity, everything I thought I knew about myself, has suddenly been flipped upside down. I’m a Willford. A dormant werewolf. Selina’s biological replacement. Caleb insisted on paying for everything despite my protests, and I eventually gave in. I hate letting people pay for me, but I was in such a daze that I didn’t have it in me to argue too much. The total made me wince—it was way more than I’d typically spend in a year on clothing—but he waved it off like it was nothing. He even tried to give me a credit card “for emergencies,” which I did find the strength to refuse. That felt like crossing a line, even if