Amber POV
"You're afraid that father is going to come looking for you? I mean, did you tell him where you were going?" I asked as my mother fidgeted nervously, wringing both her hands together and looking wretched.
"No," she said in a low tone of voice, "but here's the only place I would go, besides the pack house and I'm too embarrassed for our friends to know the truth."
I sighed. Great. Rowan was not going to be pleased, but I hardly cared what that bastard thought. Instead, I got up from the bed and grabbed hold of Mother's hand, tugging her downstairs, towards the kitchen where I made us both a cup of tea, after sniffing the contents. This time I went for a plain black tea, far too wary of the herbal concoctions on offer. Could you blame me though? It made sense to take precaution
