CELIA
Uncle Malcolm finally arrived at the old castle. He was on a trip with his family.
Pulling on a fake smile, I greeted him.
Damian stole my smile last night and my lips couldn't even tell anyone.
“How are you, dear?” His arms snuggled me.
My tears rolled down in his warmth, remembering Mom's last memories and the horror of last night.
The news of Mother's death reached Uncle late and he failed to attend the funeral. The loss of his sister wasn't easy for him either.
“Your mom will always be alive in your heart, sweetheart.” His soft tone whispered.
Uncle Malcolm was Mom's older brother and the only decent relative who knew about me being wolfless.
“So you're Celia's uncle!” His deep voice replenished the main hall.
Our heads turned to his voice.
A fake smile glinted on his
