The fixer

Cilla’s POV

The twins were not spoilt brats. They were little devils. They did not remind me of my siblings. They reminded me of Satan. Dalia and Malia Frey, daughters to Vincent and Mirabel Frey, alpha and Luna of Waterside pack were the worst children I had ever met. Those two eight year olds were the scourge of the earth.

Dalia and Malia had sandy white blonde hair and freckles on their faces. They were very pretty. On the outside, they looked like two beautiful angels that anyone would admire to have. Dalia was a bit taller than her sister and had a small scar on the back of her hand. That was how I was able to tell them apart.

I had spent less than ten minutes with them but I was already to tear my hair out. While one was running around the house wreaking havoc, the other was standing by the window singing out loudly with a croaky voice. I was not even halfway picking up all the toys scattered all over the leaving room. Most of them were broken and there were sharp parts sticki