Vincent's POV
My wolf stirred inside me, urging me to hold her. I sat on the edge of the bed, then she turned slightly to glance at me. Her eyes are so much like mine.
“She didn’t hurt me,” she mumbled into the pillow. “She saved me.”
“I know. No one will say otherwise here again.”
“They already did,” Myra said in a small voice.
“They won’t anymore.” I meant every word.
She hesitated, then reached out with a trembling hand. Her fingers brushed mine. I took her hand and held it. My chest finally loosened.
“Don’t cry,” I said, wiping her cheek with my thumb. “I’m here.”
“I know,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “But she’s not.”
“She?”
“My…” She paused and swallowed. “My mom.”
Adam went still inside me, listening.
“She doesn’t want me anymore,” Myra said, voice breaking on the l
