Cirrus took a second look around what he could see of the cabin's living room. Unlike every other place in this town, this house still held traces of his mate's scent, and what was more was that he could tell these traces weren't going anywhere for a long time. This was Jane's actual home.
Cirrus let his eyes settle on the woman before him once more. The amber in her eyes was the same as all the others he'd seen growing up, so there shouldn't have been anything in those eyes that could tell him if she was related to Jane… and yet, his wolf held suspicions.
Maybe it was the way the woman talked back to the royal with a tad bit less restraint than a normal wolf, or maybe it was how her sad expression made images of his heartbroken mate flash through his mind.
"Are you… Jane's mother?" Cirrus asked.