Chapter 45 Violet Eyed Angel

• Charlene O'Connell watched the retreating bare back of her son's best friend with a heavy heart. She knelt on the ground ignoring the gravel digging into the soft flesh of her knees. Her nude stockings provided no protection from the harsh tar road, but she was more concerned with the teenage girl in her arms.
• When her landline had rung early that morning, she'd had no clue as to what was waiting for her on the other end of the line. The frantic and panicked voice of her son had pulled her out of her musings quickly enough. Her heart had jumped, and she had been filled with worry until he had explained their situation back at the pack house.
• When his father had passed, she had left the pack house but had not the heart to leave the territory as it had been her home for centuries. Her son had only lived on this earth for one hundred and sixty years and this had been the only life he knew. She could not leave him behind in her grief just as much as she could abandon her home.