Alora scratched her palms with her nails while fisting her hands as Sierra kept staring at her blankly without saying anything. She believed Crimson might have handled this matter from the moonshine pack and her fake family but the gaze this woman was giving was forcing her to think otherwise.
Sierra Wilson walked near her and looked into her hazel eyes again which put Alora uneasy. She smiled nervously, fearing what if Sierra couldn't recognise her in front of others.
According to Crimson, the deceased Alora's features were not much different from her. But she wondered if Alora Wilson also had the same eyes as her or if Crimson hypnotized Sierra's mind.
"Why are you here?" Sierra asked with a straight voice. Alora clicked her tongue in little shock and Before she could speak Sierra pulled her and hugged her tightly.