Azalia
They’d all taken a night walk through that pack, and they’d seen Terry come from the packhouse after about an hour and stroll into town herself. She’d looked at them all, the five-cloaked King’s Eyes leaning on the playground, and Noah had offered to walk her home. Terry had just smiled and nodded. They’d strolled off together.
Azalia had watched him walk off with his little sister, and it brought back memories for herself, and not so nice ones at that. She only had one sibling, a little sister who looked nothing like her, was in fact the complete opposite of her, and if they stood next to each other now, none would even know they were kin; they were chalk and cheese.
Where Azalia had brilliant orange hair and fair skin, with a good smattering of freckles across her nose and che
