Time had flown by so fast, and it felt like it was just yesterday when I lost Victoria, and yet sixteen years had already passed. Amber had grown up into a beautiful young lady, and she was the spitting image of her mother, which made seeing her extra hard for me. It was very hard for me to see her so happy and run around the pack when Deen inside I vkamee her for Victoria’s death. I had tried to connect with her and tried to fight my resentment for her, but it hadn’t worked. I blamed her for everything, and I still wished she had been the one to die in place of victoria.
Verena, the witch that I still didn’t trust, had tried to gel me to come to her for help. She bought that if I saw or spoke to Victoria, I would know that she was happy with the way things turned out and that she didn’t
