Beta Peregrine’s expression darkened, but the need to protect Odessa forced his hand. With a mix of false reproach and defense, he said, “Aunt Odessa, what you did was wrong. When you lost the baby, you kept calling out Tempest’s name. I thought you wanted her there for support, not that you were blaming her for the loss.”
Odessa swallowed a sob, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “Tempest, I’m so sorry. I was just so frantic…”
“I thought… since you’re Thomas’s biological daughter, if I pointed the finger at you, Thomas wouldn’t blame me for the miscarriage and wouldn’t divorce me.”
“Tempest, I swear I’ll never accuse you again. Can you forgive me?”
Despite the blatant holes in their story, no one wanted to pursue the matter further, especially not during the festive season. The pack,
