" Who is that?". I asked, my eyes still fixated on the brown haired woman in the picture. Her most prominent feature was her green eyes and although they looked brighter than mine…full of life and vigor…there was no denying that it was literally a replica of my eyes.
" That is Amelia". Rowan voice answered with a ting of fondness " She was the best trained warrior in the pack at that time and although her father was the Beta, Alpha was willing for her to take over as the head of pack warriors".
"Was?" I turned to look at him. I couldn't help but notice how he referred her in past tense.
" Yeah. Sadly she's no more".
A pang of sadness hit me as I turned back to look into the picture. She's dead?? "Why?".
He sighed, obviously saddened by the thought of her "it's a long story". He paused before saying hesitantly " She was my aunt".
"Oh". I was taken aback. Literally. I stepped back from the frame " I'm so sorry about that".
" No issue…I barely rem—
"Rowan?".
