AZALEA’S POV
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I , in fact, did not have the answer by tomorrow. But neither did anyone else. It’s been three days of no news, silence and slowly losing my mind over the fact that there could be nothing out there, and perhaps this was all one last laugh from Bexley’s grave. She could have lied to toy with me, or lied to try and save herself from the doom she created. The facts are, I have no evidence, and only words from a crazed, scared woman who knew she was about to die.
“Mommy, when is my wolf coming to get me?” Lyra lays in bed, eyes droopy from how tired she is. “What do you mean coming to get you?” I raise my brows slightly, brushing the dark strands of hair from her face. “Isn't my wolf coming to get me? How else will I have one?" Her tiny, thin eyebrows furrow together in the d
