Her Wolf Yuna

Rose bathed and dried her wet hair before walking into the room to check on Tobi.

Her mother had taken Tobi inside with her.

She still didn't fully trust her mother. She wouldn't trust her with Tobi.

She told herself it was just worry—not attachment—that made it hard to spend a night without him.

Rose knocked on the door, her pink nightdress glowing faintly under the dim light bulb. It shimmered because of its silk material.

The nightdress was one of her old belongings. She hadn't expected to see it here.

She thought her mother might have burned most of her things, but she hadn't.

Rose shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She couldn't let herself believe—even for a moment—that her mother cared for her.

That was the old her, the one who used to be foolish enough to think that way.

She knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.