Chapter 16

  My mother died when I was very young. My father was busy with the affairs in our pack, and my brother was very indifferent to me. I seldom felt the kindness and love of others. And I felt a kind of love in Pearl, the person I just met, the kind of love that were between sisters.

  I soon found my bottom lip trembling, my eyes glossing over as I desperately tried to blink back my tears. Normally I just let them flow, but I didn't want to shed tears in front of her.

  So I quickly diverted my gaze and focused on a picture on the wall, it surprising me since I didn't expect such a nice piece of artwork to be in the guest room.

  With that I soon found my tears subsiding as I scanned the room curiously, trying to take another bite and smiling softly when I swallowed the little slice of steak I had started to mentally call it. Pearl really was an amazing cook.