"If you're watching this, Jazz… that means we're probably gone."
My chest tightened instantly.
"I didn't want this," she said. "Gods, if I could've changed any of it, I would've. But there are things about you—about who you are—that even you don't know yet."
She paused, eyes flicking away from the camera for a moment. She was shaking, just a little, trying not to cry.
I was shaking too.
"First off," she sniffed. "You… aren't human," she chuckled dryly, trying to make it sound less crazy. "You're a werewolf."
My breath hitched.
"I know it might sound crazy, but it's actually true. Your dad and I are werewolves. While he's the Dark Alpha of his pack, the Ravenclaw Wolf Pack, I'm the High Priestess of a rival pack, the Silverline Wolf Pack.
"Our matebond and union were greatly disputed, but we went ahead and got married. Then you came along…
