Emilia’s POV As we continue our journey through the supermarket, someone suddenly calls my name and I turn to look. To my surprise, it was Dakota, one of my high schoolmates whom I haven’t met in a long time. I pause and regard her. It’s been a long time since I last saw her but she still seems to have that air of arrogance around her. I eye her, wondering why she chose to call me and say hi when she could have walked away. We have never been on good terms anyway. “Hi,” she calls out as she walks forward. “It’s been such a long time.” I feign a smile and respond, “Yes, it’s been a long time.” Dakota looks me up and down, her eyes lingering on my face for a moment. “You haven’t changed much,” she comments casually. I raise an eyebrow, somewhat taken aback by her statement. “Well, thank you, I suppose,” I reply, not entirely sure how to interpret her words. She quickly recovers and forces a smile on her face. “You’re living a good life, I can tell,” she says, her voice tinged wit
Sophia’s POV I turn my attention to the children, a gentle smile gracing my face, and approach them with a reassuring presence. “Hey there, are you both okay?” The older brother, his voice steady despite his trembling, speaks up. “We didn’t mean to cause any trouble. My sister was just chasing the puppy, and she accidentally tripped. I’m sorry about the pearl.” I pat the boy gently on the shoulder, admiration gleaming in my eyes. “You handled that very well. Accidents happen, and it’s important to take responsibility and apologize. Let’s see if we can work things out, alright?” The woman says from behind impatiently, “I am not interested in all this pity party. Pay me up and let me go!” Probably shocked by the woman’s sudden loud voice, the young girl begins to cry. I turn to the woman and say sharply, “What is your problem? I already told you we will solve it. What was the need to scare the kids!?” “Why are you being so rude?” She fires back. “How dare you talk to me like t
Emilia’s POV I raise an eyebrow, taken aback by Daisy’s sudden request. My eyes shift to the small, adorable puppy in her arms, its innocent gaze captivating me. “Daisy,” I begin in a gentle tone, “we can’t just take someone else’s dog. It wouldn’t be right to keep something that doesn’t belong to us.” Daisy’s bottom lip quivers, and she pouts, pleading with me. “But Aunt Emilia, the puppy doesn’t seem to have an owner. I found it, and it feels like it wants to be with me. Can’t I keep it?” Sighing softly, I understand Daisy’s attachment to the puppy. I notice how comfortable and at ease the dog seems in her embrace, as if it has already found its home. Perhaps Daisy could provide the love and care it needs. “I understand how you feel, Daisy,” I say, my voice filled with empathy. “But we have to make sure we do the right thing. We need to try and find the puppy’s owner first. If we can’t locate them, then we can consider you taking care of it.” A spark of hope gleams in Daisy’s
Emilia’s POV I come out of the room at noon, expecting to find Alexander already gone to work. However, as I step into the living room, I’m taken aback by the sight before me. The kids, Daisy and Daniel, are happily playing, their laughter filling the air. Confusion washes over me as I wonder why they aren’t at school. “Hey, guys! Why aren’t you at school today?” I ask, furrowing my brows in confusion. Daniel, always quick-witted and sharp-tongued, clicks his tongue and mocks me for not knowing that it’s the weekend. “Seriously, Aunt Emilia? It’s Saturday. No school today,” he retorts, grinning mischievously. I can’t help but laugh at my own forgetfulness, correcting myself with a playful smile. “Oh, right! How could I forget? It’s the weekend. Silly me!” I settle down beside Daisy, feeling warmth in my heart. Daisy, my adorable niece, is holding a little puppy in her arms. It’s the same puppy we had decided to adopt and named Milk. Daisy’s affection for the tiny creature is evid
Emilia’s POV I am nervous due to how cold Alexander looks, and I muster up the courage to ask him what happened, mentioning that I thought he had already gone to work. The room feels tense as I cautiously approach him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Alexander, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice tinged with nervousness. “I thought you had already left for work.” He looks up at me, his gaze piercing and distant. “Change of plans,” he responds curtly. “I had some things to take care of here.” I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure. The atmosphere feels heavy, and I can’t shake off the feeling that something is amiss. I decide to steer the conversation away from his unexpected presence at home. “Well, I found the kids downstairs. We were playing together and chatting,” I explain, my voice shaky. “They seem to be having a good time.” Alexander’s expression remains stoic, but I sense a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. “What were they talking about?” My heart skips a beat, a
Emilia’s POV As I finish speaking, Alexander’s gaze lingers on me, his expression a mix of contemplation and resignation. “She’s not really in the power to do but yes, it is undeniable that she doesn’t show much concern for them.” “And there’s something else,” Alexander adds, his tone shifting slightly. “Did you not notice that she doesn’t have a werewolf scent?” His words catch me off guard, and I find myself trailing back to my encounter with Sophia. A sudden realization dawns upon me, and my eyes widen with astonishment. It all makes sense now. Sophia, the woman I had met, couldn’t have been a werewolf because she lacked the distinct scent that accompanies our kind. A mixture of shock and understanding settles within me, and I turn to face Alexander, my voice trembling with realization. “She... she’s not like us, is she? She’s human.” The weight of the revelation hangs heavy in the air, leaving us both grappling with its implications. The truth hits me with a surge of emotions
Sophia’s POV The cab I'm in comes to a halt, and I gracefully emerge, my hands laden with a few shopping bags. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I cast an appreciative glance at the bustling city around me. The cacophony of honking horns and the aroma of street food fills the air, reminding me that I've finally arrived at my new apartment. With a sense of anticipation, I make my way towards the entrance of the building. Pushing open the heavy glass door, a wave of excitement washes over me. The foyer is immaculate, with sleek marble floors and a modern reception desk. As I step into the building, I notice Linda, the receptionist, emerging from inside and taking a seat at the desk. She's a young woman, currently checking her makeup in a compact mirror. With a warm smile, I approach her and retrieve a small makeup bag from my belongings. "Hey, Linda! It's so good to see you," I greet her, extending the makeup bag towards her. Linda looks pleasantly surprised as she accepts the bag. "
Sophia’s POV I turn to look at who is calling me and see two kids, a boy and a girl, standing at the opposite apartment. At first, I don’t recognize them, but when the young girl suddenly rushes towards me, I realize it’s Daisy and Daniel. Daisy pushes Jake aside in her excitement to reach me, and I eagerly open my arms, ready to embrace my niece and nephew. “Sophia!” Daisy exclaims, wrapping her small arms tightly around my waist. I return the hug, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. “Hey, Daisy! It’s so good to see you,” I say, my voice filled with genuine joy. I then shift my attention to Daniel, who is standing a few steps away, observing us silently. “And hello, Daniel.” Daniel nods in acknowledgment but doesn’t say anything. I understand his reserved nature and appreciate his presence nonetheless. I extend my arms towards him, offering a hug. Daniel hesitates for a moment, but then steps forward, allowing me to embrace him briefly. Although he doesn’t show much familiari