Beryl:
The werewolf triplets nod, acknowledging their father's words. My eyes glistened with tears as I took in the brothers' devotion, worried about what the future would bring.
The room was quiet for a few minutes, the triplets looking from one another to me, us all trying to figure out how to proceed. “Are you ok?” Nicholas whispered, looking into my eyes. I smiled at each of them, hoping that this competitiveness wouldn’t tear us all apart.
My stomach turned as an all too familiar voice shook me from my thoughts. “Armand, honey, I’m ready to go now.” I turned and saw Amy standing in the doorway, looking smug. She was dressed in a skin tight top and mini skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“W-what are you doing here?” My voice shook as I tried to understand why on earth she
