TALIA'S POV
My apprehension returns as we stride towards the front door of the pack house. I can't imagine finding out that mom died a long time ago or even recently. I don't think I would ever find words to tell Michael. Mother used to mean everything to us, we can't have a family without her.
"Everything will be alright." My stunning mate reassures.
"You don't know that."
"I can feel it." He argues with a smile. Somehow his confidence soothes my nerves. It's like it is naturally set to that way, he alone can calm my emotions without much effort. I however doubt that charm would work if it's bad news waiting for us inside.
A woman dressed like a soldier steps out after everyone else except the slaves has fleed. She forces a smile despite fear being so evident in her eyes. Her lips
