Chapter 92: A Deep Slumber

Caroline's POV:

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I used to think of you as my real mother..." I gently tucked Elizabeth in bed and couldn't help but shed a tear.

The tear landed on her cheek, and I wiped it with a handkerchief.

I drugged her with the magic potion the wizard gave me.

This meant that she might never wake up again.

Elizabeth was my adoptive mother.

She had raised me since I was a kid.

Werewolves had feelings.

For so many years, I had seen her as my biological mother.

That was, until she set my happiness aside.

Not only did she stop me from being with the one I loved, but she also wanted me to marry someone I didn't even know.

Whenever I remembered this, I felt that what I was doing was justified.

I touched her face and, for some reason, I couldn't stop crying.