Salem sat next to me and touched my shoulder. “Have you chosen a name?”
You could have heard a pin drop.
I smiled at the loving way Hope showed her to the pack. “Violet. I’ve always loved that name since I was a little girl. Violet Rain.”
Everyone steered their attention to Atticus.
“I’ll be taking his name too,” I informed them.
“Hello, Violet.” Montana cradled her in his arms. “Come see your favorite uncle.”
Virgil wandered over to the side of the bed and put his hands on his hips. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried. “That’s an epic name. You know why?”
When he broke out singing “Purple Rain” by Prince, I realized she would be hearing that from her Uncle Virgil for a very long time.
“Maybe it’s not too late to change it,” I said jokingly to Atticus.
“Violet suits her. A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Come see Aunt Mel.” Melody reached out her arms and kidnapped her from Montana. “I’m going to name a clothing line after you.”
“Can I have a name?”
We turned to acknowledge the slip of a girl standing in the doorway to my right. Her wide eyes were locked on me instead of the commotion around the bed.
I didn’t know what to say.
Atticus sat forward. “Come here, child.”
The girl padded around the room while hugging her middle. Someone had lent her clothes—probably Melody by the looks of the leggings and oversized T-shirt. Before reaching Atticus, she stopped next to Krys.
Atticus swung his legs over the left side of the bed and looked at her for a spell. “Would you like to choose your own name? Many ancients like me have claimed our own names.”
“Can you make me remember my name?”
“No, little one. I can’t. Your memories may never be recovered. Those who captured you are dead.”
She looked up at Krys. “Canyougive me a name?”
“Jesus, kid. I don’t know anything about naming a girl.” Krys shook his head, seemingly embarrassed that she was stuck to him like superglue. “You wouldn’t want anything I’d give you anyhow.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and when her chin quivered, she hustled toward the door.
Milly, who was sitting at the table near the door, slapped her hand on the table and caught the girl’s attention. “How old are you?”
The girl froze in her tracks. “Fourteen.”
“You got amnesia?” Milly studied her before looking at Tak’s wolf. “Bring her in sometime this week, assuming she’ll still be here. The girl’s malnourished.”
When the teen edged her way to the door, I couldn’t bear to see the sullen look on her face. “Wait. Everyone should have a name, but what if you don’t like what I give you?”
“I don’t really care. I’m just tired of everyone calling methe girl.”
“Come closer.”
Salem moved out of the way.
I straightened up and admired her features. The sloped nose on her narrow face was adorable, and her dark eyebrows made her honey-colored eyes seem brighter. Her black hair was short and messy, similar to the way Robyn styled hers, but I had a feeling—judging by the blunt, uneven cut—that it was chopped off against her will. When she worried her bottom lip, I noticed her two front teeth were slightly longer than the ones next to them.
