Chapter 11

Amelia flared her nostrils.

"Answer me old man. What did you say was coming to me?"

Maxwell's father said nothing. He only smiled.

"I hope one day, you'd have the guts to talk back to me in this manner when things turn in my favor"

Amelia sneered, "you and your deadbeat of a son won't be getting so lucky any time soon" . She smiled.

The old man nodded his head. He raised his hand to clap for her a few times and then walked out of the room.

"Enjoy"

His leaving came with sadness to Amelia. She didn't mean to be rude and had no idea what had come over her but all she knew is that she wanted to make up a point.

She was the daughter of great wolves. She didn't deserve to be treated like she was an outcast or something anyone could trample on.

She wanted to stand up for herself.

Amelia laid still on her bed, her face was looking at the ceiling while her hands were to her side.

"I'll be my own protector, that is what father and mother would have wanted anyway"

With those thoughts, she closed