Third Person's POV
Hearing this, Evelyn's face instantly darkened into a furious scowl.
A cold sneer echoed from the other end of the line. "I'm sure you know it just as well as we do. That girl is cursed by the Goddess of Misfortune. She's a walking jinx who will bring nothing but destruction to her mate."
"My son barely managed to scrape his life back together; he's not going to let her ruin it all over again. Besides, if my son hadn't been blinded by her looks in the first place, he never would have wanted to bring her back. Bringing her over now—where he can only look but never touch—wouldn't that just be pure torture for him?"
"It would be a constant, agonizing reminder that he's been reduced to a crippled piece of trash who's lost his wolf! How is he supposed to find the courage
