Loriann watched her granddaughter sleeping, her red hair spread wildly across her pillow. She had been sleeping better lately. She was usually up late and then up again early, out for a run. Now she was falling asleep soon after returning from the café and only rousing once her alarm sounded.
She could smell the hunter’s scent all over her. She wanted to confront her, but she didn’t want to push her away like she did her daughter. Loriann closed the door and walked down the steps to the living room. She hadn’t been able to sleep in her own bed since her husband passed.
Willow would be up soon. It was Thursday morning. Loriann wondered if she would be leaving to see that hunter again. She didn’t think Willow knew that she was aware of where Willow went every weekend and she wouldn’t confront her…yet. It was only a matter of time before she had to act, before either the council or the Red Hoods.