Ryder
She watched as a very petite woman was walked into the room by two wolves. She was being held onto by one a hand on her arm as if he was there for support, though she did not lean on him. She knew this to be Violet from the description they’d been given. Although those violet-colored eyes were a dead giveaway.
Her long black was kind of a bit messy, and pulled up into a ponytail and her fringe was partially pushed to the side. She looked like she’d had to dress in a hurry. This was a hell of an act she was putting on for the family. Considering what Owen had told them about her.
Violet’s steps were slow and measured, and it appeared she was focused upon her own breathing as well, just like her father had mentioned about her having breathing difficulties. She displayed it well, whi
