Chapter 7

EVANGELINE

Reluctantly, I trudged out into the crisp, cold air.

The harsh wind nipped at my skin, and I looked back longingly through the windows of the house to find grandmother seated near the fire, warming her hands and blowing out cool air.

I couldn’t imagine how she would comfortably leave me out here knowing how cold it was inside.

“Are you really surprised?” my wolf hissed out to me. “She has always been like this. She has always been cruel.”

“Not always.”

She snorted but didn’t speak.

“You know I’m right,” I told her.

“Whatever, Evangeline, let’s just go home.”

“Alex won’t be back.”

“What’s the alternative?” she asked. “Kneeling in the snow? We can wait in the garage for him. It’ll be warm there.”

Realizing she was right, I began the walk home.

I remembered the first day I met grandmother. My parents were killed by rogues, and after giving me the news, I was taken to an orphanage. I remembered feeling cold and scared because it was my first time away from home.

That night, I w