Amaya's POV

After she left me alone to wash up, I took my time. I was glad they accepted me with open arms. While in there, memories from how close my parents and uncle and Aunt began flooding in, I couldn't help but break down and began crying.

I try not to miss my parents, for those eight good years I was held captive in the Crimson moon pack, so as not to give them the satisfaction of seeing me tear up and also not be seen as a weakling back there. But being here free and seeing familiar faces brought back all the emotions I left back there. Everything...