“No,” I said boldly. I was Averly Silvers.
The fae’s eyebrows narrowed. “Are you a Greywolf?”
Shit.
I paled and the panic must have been written on my face because the woman grinned and her beauty was so perfect it felt unnatural. Perfect teeth, perfect hair, her skin was without a single wrinkle or visible pore. She looked to be made of porcelain, like a doll.
“Are. You. A. Greywolf?” she growled and stepped closer to me as the pressure on my head intensified.
“Yes!” I blurted, and the pain that was squeezing my brain diminished.
“Imprison her, Lora!” the male on the far right said. He was bald, with intricate swirl tattoos of gold on his head. “She is clearly Wren.”
Lora, the woman before me, shook her head. “She said she wasn’t and it was true. I felt it.” Her brows pulled together in a knot in her forehead. Leaning forward, she inhaled as if smelling me.
“I do not smell the power on her and I did not smell a lie,” she exclaimed.
“You also didn’t smell a lie when Silas brought his men in to testify that she displayed Greywolf power!”
Lora’s head swiveled in the direction of the Fae Lord who had spoken. “Would you like to do my job for me, Mace? Oh, that’s right, you do not have my power, so do not presume to know what I do.”
“Enough!” the other fae woman who had yet to speak screamed and stood.“Do not quarrel before her!” She clapped her hands and a green ball of magic burst at my feet, sucking me inside.
Another portal!
I was thrown backward and fell onto a grey stone floor in a completely different room.
“Lena? Wren?” a female gasped, and I peered up, trying to get my bearings. I felt sick from all the moving around.I took in my surroundings. I was in a small basement dungeon type of… apartment, if it could be called that. There were bars on the small twelve-inch windows and everything was dark and washed in a yellow light. It smelled damp and the furniture was old and well worn. I stood in a makeshift living room, but the far wall was all bars. It was like someone converted a jail to a home?
A young twenty-something woman was staring at me with a shocked open jaw. I knew immediately from her face and my memories that this was Blake. Her long blonde braid fell over one shoulder as she stared at me with deep blue eyes.
“Wren!” A male rushed in from another room and came right at me. He pulled me up and into his arms, but I backed away wide-eyed and in fear.
He shrank back, an apologetic look on his face. Peering at him, the dark hair and blue eyes, strong jaw, it was like a punch to the gut.
He looked so much like Brayden.
Another man rushed into the room and again my heart knocked against my chest. “Wren?” He grinned.
Why did they all think I was Wren?
Everyone was looking at me wide-eyed.
A beautiful woman with long, dirty-blonde hair was the last to join the party.
Natalie.
These were the imprisoned Greywolf siblings.
Blake reached out to one of the guys and he grasped her hand, pulling her into him.
They were waiting for me to speak, I realized.
“Uhh, I’m not Wren,” I told them honestly.
Blake and Natalie both simultaneously burst into tears. “Lena?” They rushed forward and pulled me into their arms and I let them, only because I was too shocked and overwhelmed to do anything else.
The brother who had originally tried to hug me frowned. “What do you mean you’re not Wren? Why would the Fae Lords send you down here if you weren’t Wren?”
