Ada
“Did you know my Leon?” The woman asks when we finally let go of each other.
“No,” I look at her apologetically. “But I know pain.”
“He was a good boy,” she sniffs. “He didn’t deserve to die like that.”
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I take her hands. “If there’s anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Who … who are you?” The woman looks at me as if she notices me for the first time.
“Ada from Moon Shadow,” I reply softly.
“Ah, the alpha’s daughter,” the woman nods. “I’m Mary, Leon’s mother. It’s kind of you to come, Ada. Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do,” I swallow. I do not care if it is true or not, but it is Moon Shadow’s fault that her son died. If Father did not pi$$ off Gregory, none of this would have happened. “My offer stands if you need help. The rogues
