Azura:
The moment my father arrived, my mother started pinching me, trying to make me get up, and I had to. What shocked me was the way my father rushed to her and hugged her. I couldn't believe it.
He used to not give a damn about her, but suddenly he was back to accepting her. And why? Because my mother was the only cunning wife he had, the one who managed to manipulate the entire werewolf community by using Darcy. My father seemed to love her for that now.
The second he broke the hug, he turned to me. I expected him to be condescending, but instead he grabbed my arms and shook me.
"I'm proud of you," he said. My eyes widened in confusion, and then he pulled me into an embrace, a hug I had always wanted from him.
"You are –proud of m—e?" I asked, stuttering a little.
