SOPHIA’S POV
Klara looped her tiny chubby fingers around my arm as we stepped out of Ashley’s hospital room.
Patricia followed behind us quietly.
My wolf was curled inside me. She was exhausted and silent. Her emotions matched the hollow ache in my chest. I had said everything I needed to say to Damien and my daughter. There was nothing left binding me to that family, not really, not anymore.
I kept my eyes forward, ready to leave the hospital entirely, when I caught a scent. The scent was bitter and familiar. It could only belong to one person.
Helen.
I didn’t even have time to brace myself. She stepped out from behind a corner as if she had been waiting.
"You have the nerve," she hissed before I could move past her. "You didn’t just abandon your husband, you abandoned your daughter."
Her voice carried the edge of a Luna’s command, that need-to-be obeyed undertone. But I had lived beneath the Stone family’s aura for years. It didn’t shake me anymore.
I glared at her.
"I didn’t abandon anyone," I said softly.
"Oh?" Helen snapped. "Then why did Ashley wake up alone? Why does she cry for Tiffany? Why is she terrified every time you disappear? What kind of mother are you?"
Patricia muttered something under her breath, but Helen ignored her. She wasn’t here for the truth.
She was here to wound me.
In the past, I would have scrambled to defend myself, to explain, to justify. But I felt strangely calm now. I was detached. My wolf lifted her head, but only to observe, not to fight.
"I’m not explaining myself to you," I said, stepping around her.
Helen grabbed my arm. Her nails bit into my skin, and her wolf pushed against mine "You irresponsible, ungrateful—"
My wolf reacted instantly, rising with a quiet growl only I could hear inside my mind. Not today.
I removed her hand from my arm one finger at a time, meeting her angry eyes.
"Let go of me," I said evenly.
For a moment Helen seemed stunned, like she finally realized that the weak, obedient Sophia she knew no longer existed.
"You’ll regret this," she spat after me.
But I didn’t look back. I simply walked away.
*
DAMIEN’S POV
Mom stormed back into the room. I knew she had caused a scene. Her scent was filled with anger.
Ashley flinched, covering her ears.
"That woman is impossible!" Helen exploded. "Your wife just brushed past me like I’m dirt under her shoes. She doesn’t care about her daughter. She doesn’t care about any of us!"
I exhaled slowly. "Mother, she’s just being emotional."
"Emotional?" Helen barked. "She’s disrespectful!"


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