Chapter 7 Priscila 10 Years Old

• “Ma, you like Lailai," Priscilla blurted out one day to Nebraska as she combed her hair that reached halfway down her back.
• The she-wolf blinked at the question and, putting the brush aside, hugged her daughter from behind and pulled her to her chest. The girl raised her head to meet her mother's gaze.
• “Yes, I want it," she raised the edges of her lips, "Why do you ask me that question? “ she kissed the crown of his head.