Viscount
Was that Melody?
I blinked once. Twice and thrice but nothing changed. The person standing before me remained the same.
Melody was standing before me as a wolf. A white wolf.
My supposed wolfless daughter is a white wolf. The goddess' incarnate.
How did that happen?
Wasn't she supposed to be useless and wolfless?
I stared wide-eyed at Melody as she displayed her strength and anger.
From the day of her birth to this moment. I have always been mad at her even though the poor child has nothing to do with the past.
However, she reminds me of a past I so badly want to forget. Who would have thought a child born out of shame would turn out to be the goddess' incarnation?
I remember vividly all that happened that night at Silverstone Pack. I was drugged by my enemies wh
