Lyra’s POV
I was flooded with a tsunami of unexplained emotions when I saw a middle-aged woman not much older than Marigold standing at the door, opening a jar to welcome us.
She was confident and graceful in a flowery cutting dress. Her hair was dark chestnut brown, had lines of silver in it and her wrinkles deepened as she looked at me as intensely as I was looking at her.
All of a sudden, she pushed the door further away and with tears bubbling in the corner of her eyes, she stretched her hand forward wrapping them around me and squeezing me close.
Alpha Kael gave me a concerned look as the woman sobbed against me, when I moved my hands the most instinctive thing was also embracing her too.
We remained like that at the entrance of the cabin just weeping together until she reluctant
