Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Mommy???”

Bella’s straight refusal scared Hayley badly. She wasn’t used to hearing such firmness in my tone.

“Why are you mad at me, mommy’s wolf? Am I a bad girl?”

My precious honey cautiously concealed Bella’s name, sprinkling salt over my injury. I scolded her immediately.

“What Azlynn’s P.O.V.

The sun was dipping low, casting burnt gold light along the building’s wall, illuminating the face of that lady. That woman, named Delilah, was in her mid-thirties. Her sharp eyes behind the filth and matted hair were surprisingly calm.

She had wailed in agony a few minutes ago without any reason. But now, despite her neck in uncle’s claws,...