SOPHIA’S POV
Klara looped her tiny chubby fingers around my arm as we stepped out of Ashley’s hospital room.
Patricia followed behind us quietly.
My wolf was curled inside me. She was exhausted and silent. Her emotions matched the hollow ache in my chest. I had said everything I needed to say to Damien and my daughter. There was nothing left binding me to that family, not really, not anymore.
I kept my eyes forward, ready to leave the hospital entirely, when I caught a scent. The scent was bitter and familiar. It could only belong to one person.
Helen.
I didn’t even have time to brace myself. She stepped out from behind a corner as if she had been waiting.
“You have the nerve,” she hissed before I could move past her. “You didn’t just abandon your husband, you abando
