Mother Brown drags me through mom’s room and into her bathroom. She lets me collapse onto the floor, and where she allows me to cry out my pain while stroking my back. Nevertheless, it’s not enough to lay hulking on the floor. The need to howl builds up in me.
MOTHER BROWN SLAPS ME when I lift my head to let all my emotions out. The shock of it stops my movements. How could she do this to me?
‘Bite her!’ my wolf growls in my chest, fury welling inside me. Fury for my mate, who they killed for no reason. Fury for myself, since two people I trusted has just attacked me: the man who thinks he is my father and also the woman who’s taken care of me most of my life.
“Not now, child,” Mother Brown requests to ease my wolf and me. She’s not angry at me, just wary. “There are elves in the apar
