Tell me sweet little lies

Philomena felt sick. Her mind was reeling as she tried her best to clear her daughter. Worry, guilt, and anger bubbled as she tried to tend to her child, shaking, though which caused the most concern within her she didn’t know. The description Meme gave her… it reminded her of Amon. Abraxas scum. Philomena had barely let Memento talk after that. Her fuss to get her cleaned up for now, to tend to her wounds best she could, was first concern. She just to hold out a little while, as long as she could anyway…

Meme whimpered as she saw Ulric approach them and Philly lifted her gaze to him. Her ears flicked back, his tone catching her off guard. She bristled. “You think I don’t know she needs help!?” Philomena’s voice was laced with anger Memento had never heard. Philly didn’t even notice how her daughter flinched from her voice.

“I sent No Face to find Célestin. He has family in Lirim. I am not taking her anywhere without him knowing. Let alone a pack neither of us are familiar with.” It was all she could do to keep her voice level. “A fucking Abraxas got in a fight with her, Ulric…” There was hate in her eyes as she uttered the surname. “First dad, now they’ve hurt her…” She was shaking. “They’re not going to stop until they’re all dead. Once she’s with Cel I’m going after that bastard!” She hissed.