PLAYING with the car key in hand, Basha entered the threshold of the house. Her nose flared when she smelled a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.
Grinning, she runs to the place where the strong scent of food coming from.
It was the smiling face of her father that greeted her.
The familiar back of her face was in front of the oven. With long strides, she approached the former Luna of the Brave heart pack.
She hugged her mother from the back. She lifted her off the ground.
“It’s my baby girl.”
She chuckled and put her down. Her mother immediately pulled her back and squeezed her tighter.
“I miss you, mom.”
The former Luna let her go. Looking down, Basha beamed at the older woman.
Their family was tall. The men in their family stood over six feet tall while her mom was
