I watch my- ma- Aviana's hands flung into the hair.
"But.. but why?" She questions almost in frustration. I shake my head, my lips pressed together like they have been glued, what am I to say, how do I answer all these questions she's asking?
"I just don't get it, why would you lie," my wolf and stupid beta made me, I almost scream but don't. She looks at the child drawing in her play section. Aviana is pacing the bright-colored room, luckily I managed to make Amber stop saying fucking fault, am not proud of the methods I used but I knew it will be the only effective one in the short period.
"Well, well, " my words get caught in my tongue as I try to explain while facing a fuming mother, darn it, she looks so hot when she's mad and bossy.
"Well, well," she imitates my voice, making faces at me and I almost chuckle, since when did she become so bold?
"Mama, dada! Look I painted a ladybug!" Little Amber runs toward us, showing us the ladybug she drew on her sketch pad.