“Tell me about your parents.” I mumble into her neck and she pulls away, looking at me questioningly and I shrug. “You mentioned your mother. I would like to know about her.” I say and she smiles sadly.
“Mother was a gothic hippy.” She chuckles. “At least that is what some people in the pack called her. She was a pack doctor and had some more holistic approaches to things. Either way, they worked. She loved to bake and would experiment with different flavors. My favorites that she would make are the breakfast items, especially muffins because it was like eating a cake for breakfast. She was carefree, loving, and helped as many people as she could. My father on the other hand was more strict, not very, but he is the one who instilled in me the discipline for school and training. He was a h
