Roger's POV
“I'm hungry.“ She said, staring keenly at me with her big brownish eyes.
I knew she would be hungry but I don't want her to eat food from the pack house, they might poison her because they want her dead.
“Amelia, if you can hold on for a bit longer, we'd have breakfast on our way to my park" I explained, her face turned into a frown but she nodded and tried standing up but her legs were so shaky and weak.
“ I'll help you.“ I pronounce. Amelia bit her lips which already had a cut in it, she looked at me with everything she had at for a moment I wondered why she was staring at me.
Gradually stooping to her, I scoped her into my hands and took her to the bathroom. Placing her on the tub side.
I had earlier worn my shirt so he now smelt of me. And she had stayed beside me s
