(Amelia)
"So, you went on a trip and suddenly came back drained?" Mom asked the moment she appeared at the infirmary where Damien had taken me earlier. I rolled my eyes as she stared at me.
"You know it's not like that, I went to retrieve the artifacts with Damien. Some of the men who came along died." I replied, trying to see if she would at least be sympathetic, but I was wrong.
"They should have been able to take care of themselves; after all, they were werewolves." I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering if she had lost a screw for the short time that I hadn't seen her.
"Mom," I said, my voice strained with frustration,
"We were caught off guard. There was nothing else we could have done." I clenched my fists, feeling the remnants of the darkness that had sapped my strength.
