But the girl before him... she was nothing like that. She looked as if she had been battered by countless storms, each one leaving its mark. She seemed broken in a way he couldn't comprehend. And there was something else—a void. He couldn't feel her wolf, that primal force that had always been so strong within her.
He had never fathered an illegitimate child—he was certain of that. So if this girl shared his bloodline, there was no other explanation for it. She had to be his daughter, but why did everything feel so wrong?
After all, he and his mate had never been the type of werewolves to indulge in fleeting affairs or casual flings. They had one child, one daughter, and that was all. The idea of an illegitimate child was simply out of the question. If there were any girl out there sharing their blood, the only possibility was their missing daughter.
