Forgiveness.

A thousand thoughts ran through Kaitlyn's mind when she saw the girl sitting at the table. She had not seen her daughter for eighteen years, but there was no doubt it was her Demetria. The girl looked exactly like her when she was young, trusted people, and believed the world was no such a wrong place. Kaitlyn could swear that was ages ago.

- I see no introduction is needed. But I guess Demetria may need some clarification. - Her brother-in-law looked at both women.- This is Kaitlyn, my great friend, and your mother.

- Cassius! - The witch almost yelled. This man sometimes could not behave at all.

- I know who you are. - Demetria whispered.

Kaitlyn looked at her, and the fear crawled up her back. She was never frightened during her torture, but now she was paralyzed by those few words. If her daughter hated her, she has probably right to do it, but Kaitlyn hoped she would at least have a chance to explain herself. She had no idea what the wolves told her about the circumstances in