Delilah stood a few feet away, holding Xenia's axe to her chest while Lottie and Spencer hovered over the wolf she found. She knew by the color of its fur and the scar above its eye it was Illipio. The mangy little wolf her daughter adopted. She knew it was in bad shape by the gashes on its body. She silently hoped it had nothing to do with Xenia until she found the axe beside the wolf's body. Her heart sank when she saw blood covering the axe, but she refused to believe the worst. 

Xenia wasn't dead. She can't be, Delilah kept saying to herself.

"Miss Delilah." Lottie lightly...