Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

Milan was hesitant in her answer, ocean eyes fixed on Baby as he took in his mother's quiet comfort.

An older brother. She chose to answer honestly, rather than bouncing around the topic of family as she had so many times before. I don't know why he's here, or why he attacked your son. He shouldn't have if he's also left home.

Not unless the pack had moved, but her father would never dare. He had always sworn that the lands he settled them on were holy, and he was never one to put himself in the wrong. I'm sorry I've brought you trouble. There was no way around placing blame on herself, not in her mind.

But she had heard Easy. "She is mine" was what she had told Amadeus. Maybe she would be forgiven.