My Scared Mate
Let the games begin.
Just as I was about to signal my pack to begin, a flash of strawberry blonde hair caught my attention. There she was, Skye, my daughter. Her hair, an exact copy of her mother's, shone under the moonlight, her delicate figure cutting through the ranks of the Silver Pack.
I found myself unable to look away. Seeing her after all these years...it was like looking at a ghost. She was the spitting image of her mother.
She sprinted towards Jayleen, her blue eyes wide with fear, coming to a halt beside him. Her chest heaved as she panted, her gaze locked onto mine.