The descendants of the Night Wolves.
Kate's POV
As I turned around, my heart sank and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Annabelle stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed intently on me, with a hint of confusion. Her eyes were red-rimmed from sleep, and her hair was scattered all over her face, but she still looked beautiful regardless.
“Is there something you are not telling me?” She repeated, her voice firm, but laced with a hint of vulnerability.
I felt like I had been caught red-handed. Grandma Quinn's eyes darted between Annabelle and me, a mixture of guilt and concern etched on her wrinkled face.
“Annabelle, what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, despite the growing unease in my stomach.
Why are we so careless? What was I going to tell her?
She took
