Amelia's POV
My brow creased. I turned to face her, but she tightened her hold on the long sleeve of my black t-shirt.
“It’s okay. Take your time.” I patted her tiny knuckles with each word. Her hiccups increased with each passing second.
I glared at Lylah, who looked unfazed.
“Care to explain?” I almost barked at her. Her mouth moved, but no words came out.
“If you don't explain right now, I will report this to the Alpha.” I threatened, fisting my hand.
“She had something to tell me,” Lylah said, stroking her hair.
I looked sideways at the girl and noticed that she'd stopped crying.
“In tears? Even if that's true,” I looked around, “how could you bring a child to a place like this? C'mon, the pack house is there for a reason.” My blood boiled at the absurdity of the situation but
