Freya
I wrapped my arms around my daughter, her small body still trembling with emotion.
"It's okay, don't be angry..." I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Though Isabella was still upset, I felt her tension ease slightly at my touch. But instead of calming down completely, her expression crumpled further, as if my affection had only intensified her feelings of betrayal.
Tears suddenly streamed down her face as she made a desperate demand. "Then... you... you can't hug her anymore, and you can't say she's cute!"
Understanding dawned on me like the first rays of sunrise. Jealousy. Pure, primal jealousy. My little wolf was marking her territory.
Despite her declaration moments ago that she didn't want me as her mother, she couldn't bear seeing someone else
