Charlotte’s POV
As we walked to wherever Edgar was leading us, I couldn’t help but have one thought running through my head. It was a shallow thought that was utterly unrelated to the situation we were in. Still, the idea of seeing my father again had all types of things running through my head.
I was nervous, which is why the thought escaped from my lips.
“I probably should have tried my best to find something else to wear,” I said out loud.
“I can’t believe that that is what you are choosing to focus on.” My wolf replied in my head.
“The dress is dirty, I smell like frozen meat, and I don’t even want to think about the fact that the shoes I am wearing are 3 sizes too big,” I said to her. “I look like a hot mess, and you know that father is going to focus on this.”
“He won’t.” She
