Chapter 16

　　My mother died when I was very young. My father was busy with the affairs in our pack, and my brother was very indifferent to me. I seldom felt the kindness and love of others. And I felt a kind of love in Pearl, the person I just met, the kind of love that were between sisters. 　　I soon found my bottom lip trembling, my eyes glossing over as I desperately tried to blink back my tears. Normally I just let them flow, but I didn't want to shed tears in front of her. 　　So I quickly diverted my gaze and focused on a picture on the wall, it surprising me since I didn't expect such a nice piece of artwork to be in the guest room. 　　With that I soon found my tears subsiding as I scanned the room curiously, trying to take another bite and smiling softly when I swallowed the little slice of steak I had started to mentally call it. Pearl really was an amazing cook. 　　When Pearl found me staring at the painting, she said shyly, "I painted it. Sanford insisted on hanging my paintings on the wall