Iris:
After he left for his room, my mother arrived and dragged me out, along with Scarlett. Once the babies weren't alone, Scarlett acted as my mother's assistant. She was basically a spy, and I had to tolerate her because of my mother.
I had been crying outside the door for I don't know how long until my mother showed up and took me away.
"I can't believe I came home without them," I said, pacing around the living room in panic.
"Well, they were going to take custody of the children from you if you hadn't left," my mother explained, tossing her purse on the couch and tapping her chin.
"Then what? Am I not going to do anything? Sit here and watch my babies suffer there?" I cried into my hands, dropping to my knees.
Scarlett rushed over with a glass of water, but I didn't take it. Nothing could go down my throat anymore. I had too many thoughts circling my mind—those evil people torturing my children.
If only I had an active lycan, I would have fought a war against everyone.
