When Atlas and Scarlette had gotten done with stretching out her muscles and doing a little cardio workout. They came downstairs and found Lillian, deep in thought at the kitchen table. She still looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes were a little wide, and she was fidgeting with her nail beds. Her beautiful grey hair showed a little more length, which meant her wolf was very close to the top right before she would normally shift. She was also shaking her head side to side and mumbling to herself.
What was the cause of such unrelenting fear in a woman that hardly ever shown fear? Atlas had known her the longest and still had never seen this amount of fear from this woman, even when Cain died she wasn’t scared. She mourned, but scared never. Atlas was worried so he decided to
