**ADDIE'S POV**
When the images stopped on the screen, I felt as if I was about to cry. I had never known how I had gotten to my parent's home. I had thought that I was born there, born to them. And here, now, I find out that I am not Addison Mercer at all. I was never a Mercer in any way aside from the proximity to them.
No, that isn't fair. They raised me. They loved me. They took care of me. I was their daughter. And they were my parents. That will never change. Still, it was a little strange to find all of this out when I was quickly approaching my twentieth birthday.
"Wolf?" I was still looking at the screen and not at the part of me that I was speaking to. "I understand how I came to be with my family, my parents that raised me, but how is it that I wasn't born a wolf? And why was I such a sick little baby? In the memories that I was shown, the baby was weak and sick." I was thinking about how tiny I was, how premature I was. How early had I been born?