Fiona’s POV
I pick up the necklace and tenderly brush the wolf on the emblem, careful not to disturb the broken pieces. There is a c***k on it and every time I look at it, a sense of loss grips me. It is the only thing I have of my mother, the only thing she passed down to me.
I had taken to get it fixed but the jeweller told me it would need to be altered in a way that changed its appearance and I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t bear to transform it in any way.
I never really knew who my parents were. According to my adoptive father, when I was born, a nurse tried to sell me to a trafficker.
“After all, you were such a beautiful baby and the nurse was greedy to make a solid buck,” he had told me. He had swooped in to save me but hadn’t been able to stop the nurse from escapin
