Blue’s POV;
We all sat in the living room, across... from one another. Wilder and I were seated together, while the king and queen of the crescent moon pack sat down, side by side too.
Initially, I never wanted the gates of Nightshade pack opened to them— but, Wilder, he insisted.
"To what reason do I owe this unpleasant visitation too?” I asked, staring at both of them calmly. I didn’t want to give them the idea that their presence has an effect on me.
"Is it wrong for a mother to want to see her daughter?" My mother responded. The innocent but fake expression she always wore in the past, didn’t get unnoticed by me.
"What daughter? You mean the one you locked up for thirteen years, without ever visiting her once." I scoffed.
Lucian Greymark, my father, suddenly growled lightly at
