It was rare.
Almost impossible for mother to reveal her wolf.
Her wolf was more quiet and docile.
The few times she had was at father when I had been growing up and it was to kick him out after he had drunk too much.
Or stolen money to gamble.
Or worse both.
Mother's wolf rarely revealed itself because it had such a temper.
In irony to how mates were.
Father's wolf was usually more obedient to mother.
When her wolf growled at his, it became dominant and intimidating over his.
Martha flinched.
Mother slowly retracted, took in a deep breath and her wolf calmed.
"You have no right nor authority to say such awful things about my daughter." Mother warned. "She is mine to punish as I choose fit. Not yours."
Martha snarled at mother even though she couldn't t do much.
She herself was aware she had overstepped her boundaries.
"Does not change the fact that she is a whore." Martha said arrogantly.
To think that Martha had been so sweet and kind to us.
