[Meredith].
"I was hiding in the woods when Randall found us. He was on a hunt. When he sensed me, he nearly killed me on the spot. A vampire, with a child no less."
A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. "I thought that was the end."
I waited, barely breathing.
"But he didn't do it," she continued. "He stopped. He looked at Estella—so small, so fierce even then, and something in him shifted. He spared us and brought us back to his family's estate."
I frowned. "Didn't anyone suspect what you were?"
She shook her head. "No. Although I don't know how he did it, Randall made sure that no one knew. He was very careful and very protective of me. He told everyone I was a widow from a fallen pack."
The picture was forming too clearly now.
"He courted me," Rosalie went on. "Slowly. Gently. He gave me security when I had none. Food. Shelter. Safety for my daughter. And he called it love."
My jaw tightened.
"When he became Alpha, he married me," she said. "Soon after, I had Draven."
