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To my surprise, Rolin's voice had a smile in it, "Don't worry, she wasn't bullied. Just the opposite, she was brave enough to defend herself."

The call ended abruptly, leaving me feeling frustrated and helpless.

or the next week, my life was consumed by the search for Elizabeth.

My attempts to reach her were futile-my calls went unanswered, and my mind link was rejected repeatedly.

I even went to the piano shop, but I was told Elizabeth and Rolin had been out of town for

days.

The realization that our relationship might end over this was a bitter pill to swallow.

The thought that I might see her next at the Council of Wolves was almost unbearable.

On a special holiday, I decided to visit my mother, hoping some clarity might come from it.

My mother lived in a suburban villa, having severed ties with the werewolf world after my father rejected her.

My mother, Caroline, was not the last Luna but had been my father's mate before he chose a different path.

After my father's rejection, she had left the werewolf community, heartbroken and disillusioned.

Pregnant with me, she had come to the human world alone, seeking refuge and raising me in a world that was both foreign and isolating.

She had kept her distance from the pack, choosing to live a quiet life away from the complexities of our world.

Over the years, I visited her occasionally, when my duties allowed.

Her home was a serene villa, a stark contrast to the chaotic life I led.

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of the life I might have had if things had

villa, the familiar sight of its neat garden and tranquil setting

a rare moment ce

of

stepped closer, I heard a voice that made me

was unmistakably Elizabeth's.

I pushed open

interior was as calm and inviting as

distressed-cut through the

followed the sound, a mixture of hope and anxiety swirling in my chest, as I made my way through the villa towards the source of the

Elizabeth's POV

filled the

took a sip, savoring the familiar warmth that seemed to

it did when I was a child, a small but significant reminder of a time when

I sipped the cocoa, memories of my past flooded

had fled to the human world as a young girl, escaping the abuse and hostility

family. WA

starvation when Caroline had found

side of the road.

a beacon of

and comfort, and tended to my injuries with a motherly tenderness that

World, the

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home had been a haven for me, a brief respite from my

time there was cut short, and I was eventually taken back,

I made it a point to

her usual warmth,

good news about the success of my latest piece on the