Sinead's P.O.V
I continued to stare out the window for some time, I'm not sure how long. Calvin was patient and did not interrupt my thoughts as I was thinking back to the time when many of my friends were killed for simply having magical powers. I felt a chill and tugged the edges of my dark brown tweed shawl closer together over my chest. I took a deep steadying breath before continuing my story to Calvin.
“Imogen, the girl I had raised as my own daughter, was twenty-five when she had her second pup, a girl named Ciara. A short time later, we discovered the Alpha's daughter was sick and she was only a little older than Ciara. So, naturally, being the kind person Imogen was, she went to find out if there was anything she could do to help. The Alpha's daughter was very sick and the onl
