Unknown POV
It had hurt to feel the life of her daughter start to ebb away, the connection she had to her being severed so slowly, she’d run off into the woods to get away from it. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt like this, there had been another time. She’d left the pack last time. The pain had been too great; the poor child had no idea who she was, what she was. And she would never tell her, not unless the worst happened.
She was praying nothing would come from her father's bloodline. He was a cruel evil bastard, and she was glad he was dead, dead by her hands no less. At least her little girl was safe from that man. His plans for their child were just as sick and twisted as he was. Killing him had been her greatest pleasure.
She’d never looked at the child, not even when she’d gi
