A:N// Kiera Knightley as Emily Rosewell (Aurelia's mom) above/on side :)))))
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"Mom," I whispered.
She looked at me, her dark concentrated brows furrowed as she stared at me intensely. Her eyes were dark as I could tell from the pale moonlight lighting up the woods that surrounded us. Veda and Corbyn stopped struggling as the two men backed off. The sound of bones popping made my head turn. Veda's eyes met mine as she stood naked and bare by an equally unclothed Corbyn next to her, their expressions set into shocked ones.
I turned back to my mother. Her eyes raked up and down my form slowly, I shifted uncomfortably. I took a deep breath preparing myself for her reaction. Did she even hear me call her mom? I expected her to maybe be surprised, cry even as she laid her eyes upon her own child after so many years but she just stood there and looked at me like I was a stranger.
She looked different than the picture I held in my hands for so many days. Her long blonde hair came from a box of dye, eyes wide and dark with little eyeliner and her clothes tattered and dirty. She appeared as if she had been in the hiding for years, perhaps even changed her name and her entire appearance just so no one could find her.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" She asked.
My heart constricted. She didn't know me. "Um, no. I-"
"Are these wolves hurting you? Are you hurt?" She asks not so lightly making me wince, I knew the tears were already forming. Her face set in a glare towards Veda and Corbyn.
"These are my friends, Corbyn and Veda," I pointed to the couple. Veda waved awkwardly. Corbyn took a step forward before being stopped by a large hand holding him back. He glared at the large burly man, a growl tearing from his lips.
"Why are you here? You're trespassing," she glared at me.
I let out a shaky breath and looked back at Veda and Corbyn for help, who were standing a few feet away. "We didn't see a sign. We were just looking for a place to stay," Corbyn defends.
"Tell her," Veda mouths and I quickly turn back to the intimidating woman that made me stumble for words.
She cocked her head and assessed me more. The more she looked at me, the more hope dissipated that she would recognize me. Her own daughter. Why can't I just tell her? Dammit, this was harder than I thought.
"No can do. You can't stay here, it's too dangerous." She said, her voice strong as she appeared. Even at her age, she seemed impressively fit. Strong. Like she had been raised by wolves herself. She took a few steps towards me. "I don't th-"
