Chapter 8

Aria's POV

My foster mother stared at me for a moment or two before she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, it's you.” She said coolly. Then she stepped inside, leaving the door open.

I didn't know if I should take that as an invitation to come in.

“Close the fucking door behind you, will ya!” She ordered, and I quickly hurried in and closed the door.

My foster mother, Felicia, AKA Mama Felz, was a tough woman in her sixties. She was barely 5 feet tall, but she was scarier than 6-foot-tall werewolves. Even though she was an omega, she was never intimidated by the other pack members. She loved minding her business, and she hated it when others didn't mind theirs.

The other pack members learned from experience to just avoid her for their own peace of mind.