16. Morana

Camellia

“Can we? Please, Mamma!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and plaster a tight smile on my face before getting to my feet and holding out my hand. “Okay, baby,” I say and lead my son out of what I see as a pretty prison cell.

It’s been a week since we’ve been here, and although Nereo loves it, I can’t get myself to relax. He’s been annoyed because I refuse to leave the bedroom, but I know I can’t keep him in here forever.

So now we’re heading to the garden out the back. The last time Nero and I spoke we stood and watched Nereo play, and ever since then he has kept his distance. My anger has dimmed somewhat, but I still feel betrayed at the fact that he lied to me.

Yes, I know he saved us and he got us out of Italy to protect us, but there had to have been an easier way to do it. He didn’t need to lie to me and chose to do it anyway, even after I asked who he was the first time.

I wish I could hear my wolf, or at least feel her, but there’s nothing. I don’t even remember her name