Mother Brown drags me through mom’s room and into her bathroom. She lets me collapse onto the floor, and she lets me cry out my pain while stroking my back. It’s not enough to lay hulking on the floor. I feel the need to howl, building up in me. MOTHER BROWN SLAPS ME when I lift my head to let all my feelings out. The shock of it stops my movements. How could she do this to me?
‘Bite her!’ my wolf growls in my chest, fury welling up inside me. Fury for my mate, who they killed for no reason. Fury for myself, I was attacked by both the man who thinks he is my father and also the woman I’ve trusted most in my life.
“Not now, child,” Mother Brown requests. She doesn’t look angry, just wary. “There are elves in the apartment. You need to keep your wolf quiet,” she explains with a bitter ton
