Lena’s POV
Romanov’s words still echoed in my mind. If the only female wolf in Evelyn’s custody was the daughter of the Moon Goddess, where was my mother? It was obvious she had killed my mother years ago. Then whose voice was it that called out to me repeatedly? I wanted to ask Romanov again when he woke up, but with his disappearance, that hope was dashed forever. There was no way of knowing about my mother now.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, while Zephyrus stood indecisively in front of me. I knew he had tried his best. I would have to forget the past and move on. Maybe my mother was no more. The voice could be of some evil force. I would have to learn to block it.
“Are you sure?” he asked, sitting next to me and pulling me into his warm chest.
I wrapped my arms around his torso.
