Bree
I turned slowly and my eyes widened. The woman standing before me looked just like my mom! Or maybe my mom looked like her? Didn’t matter. She was gorgeous. I shook my head. Her deep purple eyes bore into mine. I stared in complete awe. She chuckled.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Her voice was angelic, but sultry, like Yvonne’s.
“H-hi …” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“Bree Theriot, you are something else.”
I frowned.
“Huh?”
“Don’t lose yourself, girl. You are a wonderful mother and a loyal and fierce mate, even a devoted sister, daughter, and niece; however, you are still a powerful individual aside from all of those things. It’s great that you give so much of yourself, but you have always been independent. You have always been confident. I chose you for those rea
