AZALEA'S POV
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A neon purple swirls in the little glass bottle, and I watch as Auber screws the top on, "All done," She murmurs, holding it out to me. It's a gift I could never properly thank her for. My daughter will officially feel the bond to the pack, she'd be able to defend herself, to live as I did when I was young, fearless and wholeheartedly. She won't be able to get sick, she'll be able to shift at the age of eighteen, and I won't have to worry when winter rolls around.
"Thank you, Auber. Really," The emotion is stuck in my throat, rubbing raw against the back. Auber's expression softens, "I hope your daughter lives happily," She smiles softly, giving me one stern nod. I'm halfway turned when I freeze, glancing back at her, "My offer still stands, you know?" I can feel Corbin
