Renee’s POV
“Mia took you?” I shout. Unbelievable. I laugh at the audacity. First she steals my design and tries to ruin me as a designer. Then she takes my daughter? She’s a mother herself, I would expect that to be enough for her to know using children as a ploy for messing with someone is off limits. Apparently not.
An incoming call blares through the car speakers. Debbie and I both jump. It’s from Eric. I turn the volume down and let the phone keep ringing. If I hang up he’ll know I’m purposely ignoring it, at least this way he thinks I just missed it.
I look back at Debbie. I’ve never seen her part wolf before because she’s never had the strength to turn. She looks adorable. While she isn’t fully turned, her pup features are still coming forth. Her nose is shortened and her eyes
