Avery POV
Two females walked into the restaurant. Another walked in behind them. From where we sat, I couldn't tell if they were she-wolves. But the moment one of them looked our way, I knew that was Aylin's mother.
An average-height middle-age female with short black styled hair, a pouty mouth and sharp nose. Like Aylin's. She spared her daughter a brief glance before her eyes rested on me. Her poise and mannerism reminded me of Elise. Both she-wolves were two of a kind.
Something caught her attention, making her look away. Her frown was now mingled with amusement as Andre rose to go to her.
The fact that she knew the guard enough to offer a smile made her less threatening.
"You're not here for my pup, are you?" She asked him.
"Oh no, Senior. I'm with a friend. On special assignme
