Sabrina's POV
Hearing that familiar, gut-wrenching voice, I didn't immediately turn around. Instead, I simply squeezed my eyes shut in sheer exhaustion.
If this were the past, my werewolf senses would have caught the rancid stench of cheap tobacco and rotting casino basements rolling off her from hundreds of meters away.
But now, with my body rapidly failing, even those primal instincts were deteriorating.
I used every ounce of my strength to steady my breathing, violently shoving down the tidal wave of disgust churning in my stomach.
Only then did I turn around and walk toward the woman who had single-handedly ruined my entire childhood.
Beneath the dead, barren branches of an old oak tree stood a gaunt, unkempt woman.
Her greasy, matted hair was haphazardly tied back with a faded
