Page 37 of Legacy Elite

"I'm sorry. Did anyone in my family ever shift?"

"It's on the list, Miss Miller."

"No. Nobody in my family ever turned into an animal. I feel like that would have come up."

Did anyone ever discuss European ancestry.

"My grandmother thought we might be Irish. She thought that because she liked Ireland."

Any family traditions that seemed unusual. Anything nobody could explain.

"We put marshmallows on a vegetable once a year. I've never been able to explain that."

Type, type, type.

Any relatives who left. Anyone who disappeared out of the record. Anyone nobody talks about.

And somewhere in the middle of it I hear how ridiculous I sound. These people are asking a serious question about a House that fell before anyone in this room was born, and I'm giving them cul-de-sacs and the Fourth of July my dad set the fence on fire.

Nobody told me anything.

Nobody had anything to tell me.

That's not me being cagey. That's the entire content of my family.

"Chair."

The Soren bench. His head moves. Nothing else does.

"I move we adjourn."

Wren doesn't look up. "On what grounds, Councillor Soren."

"That we have spent an hour on a girl's grandmother." He isn't shouting, which is what turns my stomach cold. "A scholarship student. No lineage, no documents, no claim, and no business in this chamber. We're a governing body. This is a curiosity."

Nobody argues with him.

I sit in a chair in the middle of a round room and count the seconds while nobody argues with him.

"Noted," Wren says. "Denied. Sit down."

He sits, but he doesn’t stop glaring at me.

"Miss Miller."

Halfway up. Thin, precise, no House section, so he's Council rather than blood.

"I'm Councillor Hallam. You spent twenty-two years not knowing you were a wolf."

"Correct."

"Found through the academy's new latent program."

"Yes."

"Doesn't that strike you as convenient?"

"Does it strike me as—"