Miranda's POV
Tears of joy mingled with deeply seated sorrow in my eyes, stretching down my cheeks.
My arms ached to embrace the young woman before me, but I reined in those thoughts.
To me she was a precious baby, once lost… now found.
And to her… I'm sure in her eyes I'm a despicable wench who abandoned her to the storm of life, to navigate it on her own.
I knew… I knew I had no right to think this way but I'm glad.
I'm glad she grew into such a fine young woman.
My voice trembled with emotion as I spoke.
“It all happened over two decades ago.”
Back then I was arguably the most beautiful she-wolf in my pack, regarded as virtuous, strong and backed by a high ranking family.
Our pack is known at noon proudly as ‘the guardians of the medallion’ generation after generation.
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