Layla POV
As they entered the small cabin, they were greeted by the sight of a woman with strikingly white hair, which she had pulled into a single braid that fell below her hips. She was tending to a few things on the stove, though none of the scents were ones she recognized. When she turned to greet them with a kindly smile, Layla was shocked at how young she looked. With the color of her hair and the fact that Althaea knew of her, she’d figured the woman her wolf called Sarai would look as ancient as she knew she must be. Instead, she was young, her chocolatey skin smooth, her eyes, one of which was a soft and warm honey color, the other being a shocking green that, were vibrant and almost blazed, as if there was an fire in her soul that shone through them. Yet, as much as she looked y
