Winter POV
My rage knows no bounds as my mother takes the opportunity to dart towards a man who is hanging out the back, looking like he's the leader, as he stares at Kai and myself, his black hair tied tight in a pony tail, his blue eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He smiles widely upon seeing my mother, who flings herself into his arms, his men, standing at the ready, their guns upright and pointing straight at us. I flinch. It's hard not to feel disgusted at a woman, your own mother, you might add, betraying you like this. It doesn't even seem to phase her as she hugs the man hard, crying out "Lexus."
What a suprise. Turns out her so called mate, and Johnathon's cowardly father weren't dead. How nice. I seethe at the both of them, as mother moves away from him, a smirk on her face. b***
