<span style="font-size: 95%; line-height: 116%;">Sylvia shook her head at Annabelle, why was this black wolf even in her presence. She tossed the thought about in her head, but didnâ€™t allow this wolf to break her character. She had to get close to Renee, even though she was clueless on what this character appearance was. She wasnâ€™t even certain if Renee was actually creature, but she did know she had to stop whatever â€œReneeâ€ was before she abolished her mother.  Maeva had reminded her several times that Renee was the only thing that could actually kill her and if she wanted â€œmommyâ€ to live with Sylvia forever she had to get rid of the â€œruthless murdererâ€ and her companions. <span style="font-style: italic"> I just want mommy to love me and live with me forever. </span><br/><br/>Sucking a deep breath she let out another cry of agony and forced another tear down her pale face, lips quaked in what seemed to be emotional distribution. Sylvia allowed her sapphire eyes to widen and get a view of the place she had stumbled upon. For something to be underground it seemed quiet orderly, and a large pack of wolves were gathered around a tall elegant elderly woman. She was ancient obviously, probably older than dirt but she had aged quiet gracefully making her wrinkles look less disgusting. Her eyes flickered back to the silver haired wolf that had noticed her first, inhaling her scent she frowned. This wolf smelled nothing of what Renee should and that was a fact, so it certainly wasnâ€™t her.<br/><br/>Her attention was caught by a dark grey female with amber eyes, something about her scent was overwhelming to Sylvia and the child began to wonder if that was Renee. Her thoughts of how Renee should look and sound faded when the silver wolf began to bark about something. If only she had remember to ask her mother to teach her how to speak wolf. She was clueless on what was going on otherwise, it wasnâ€™t helpful for the small female with an enormous task but Sylvia was determined. Determined to win her motherâ€™s love, she never understood why her mother didnâ€™t love her. She figured it had something to do with horrible pale man with purple orbs but since she wasnâ€™t certain she decided not to act on what her mind told her to. Either way today she would gain the love she had desired since the moment she began to speak. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œWho is she, Annabelle?â€</span><br/><br/>Reneeâ€™s firm question rang out nearly silencing any talking that went about in the room. It was a reasonable one at that without doubt. All heads turned to look at the small girl in the corner who flanked Annabelle.  The girls aroma was so familiar yet unnatural it made Renee want to draw closer, but something told her it wasnâ€™t the wisest thing to do especially since Annabelle was clearly standing in front of her for a reason. Her ears perked waiting for an answer although she was certain no one really knew who the girl was and that presented a problem. She wasnâ€™t a normal human so she had a purpose otherwise Annabelle without doubt would of killed her.<br/> <br/>The ice blue eyes met the sapphire orbs of the girl and a soft whimper left the maw of Renee. This was the child of unknown creation, she wasnâ€™t born naturally and her empty eyes were made of nothing but a haunting spirit and broken dreams.<br/><br/>Fatal was confused on why Annabelle was acting so aggressive to the child but then again the she-wolf wasnâ€™t the friendliest creation so she left the thought alone. It wasnâ€™t until she heard Renee questioned who the child was that her mind actually drifted to the thought. The child certainly smelled abnormal and despite her appearance, the more her green orbs gazed into the sapphire ones of the child she became more uncomfortable. As if the child wasnâ€™t exactly a human being, if small human children smelt like this she was held a aurora about her that sent her hairs on end. She looked over at Drake and nodded at him and Beyt, she was curious on what they were speaking about but she wasnâ€™t going to get touchy about that especially not with the tension in the room. <br/></span>