Adeline POV
I noticed the uncanny resemblance watching them stand side by side.
Myra stood near the path, dressed with careful attention, her hair neatly arranged, her clothes chosen with a child’s earnest desire to look her best. She looked delicate and bright at the same time, her young werewolf scent clean and steady. The twins hovered close to her, calmer than they had been in days, their shoulders no longer drawn inward. For the first time since the incident at the school, they did not look like children waiting for judgment.
Vincent stood a short distance by her right, supervising.
Time had not softened him. If anything, it had refined him into something sweeter. His posture was straight, his presence controlled, his expression unreadable. He looked exactly like someone accustome
