Amber POV
When I got home that night, I could hear my parents arguing in the front room. Unashamedly I placed my head against the door, listening intently to their voices, which were hushed, as though knowing I would be home at any moment.
"Mathew, I'm not sure this is the right idea. So she's a little headstrong, is that such a bad thing? If she were a shifter, you would celebrate that aspect of her, wouldn't you?"
I feel a warm glow inside of me. Was my mother defending me to my father of all people? But from what?
"Clarissa, this is for the best. You know as well as I do, that our family is looked down upon for having an undesirable in its bloodlines. Sophie is the one we have to focus all our attention on, not Amber. She's merely an embarrassment to us both."
"Why are you so ada
