“Please, have a seat. Would any of you like a cup of tea, before I tell you the story? It’s a long one, and not pretty.”
“No, thanks,” Leigh scoffed, arms crossed over her chest.
“Very well.” Kari inclined her head slightly, sadness clear on her sharp features. “Your mother was my best friend, a fact you well know,” she said to Brielle, like the rest of us weren’t here.
The witch was bold, ignoring a room full of edgy alphas.
Brielle nodded hesitantly.
“Our friendship wasn’t one many approved of. Neither my coven at the time nor her pack. It wasn’t done, friendships across species lines, and at that time in America, racial tensions were high as well. We were doomed to fail, yet somehow, our friendship bloomed. Two women ahead of their time.”
She smiled softly then, stroking one of he
