Peyton's Point of View
Amelia dozed peacefully in my arms. Her white blonde hair was splayed out across the pillow. It looked like a halo. Which suited her perfectly. She was my angel. My very own slice of heaven. I would thank the Moon Goddess for her every single day.
Moving forward! I liked that. I liked that a lot. I would never be able to forget what happened. No one in this pack ever could. The events of that day had become part of me now. Andras's attack on my Mom had scarred me for life. It was easier to deal with the pain when Amelia was around, but it was still very difficult to contain it sometimes. My mother had suffered immensely at the hands of my bastard of a father and had done so for a large part of her life. No one would turn their back on the memories o
