Layla's POV (Continuation…)
There was as tonishment on Hunter's eyes as he turned fully on me. "Layla,"
"Forget it. I don't intend to get nosy or something." I said and had my eyes on the entrance of the tent when an elderly woman entered inside.
There was a prominent paint across her cheeks along with the she wolves she entered along there. The old woman had a black straight hair and her eyes striking like a thunder hitting a plain ground. I flinched when she had her eyes in my direction and then to Hunter.
"Baba," Osiris stood up from his seat and let the old woman replaced him.
My brows raised at such gesture. Looks like Osiris wasn't the one who run these people here.
