Summoned (The Brazil Werewolf Series) Read Online Free

as he studied my face.
                  He sighed heavily as his eyes darkened, “Lilly, I know what you’re going through is hard,” he said, softly, “But I am here.  I’m not leaving and I promise you that it will be better.”
                  I patted his shoulder and nodded, “I know, Daddy,” I whispered. 
                  He gave me a small relieved smile and released me, allowing me to go to our small bathroom to shower. 
                  As the water ran over me, I was finally able to give into the tears I had been holding back.  All of the fear and worry overwhelmed me.  I allowed the shower to stretch until the water became ice cold and I wasn‘t able to stay beneath the water any longer.  I dried and curled my hair and put on make-up, hoping that I would be acceptable to my new family but still, my hands shook so badly that I had to grip them in front of me to get them to stop shaking. 
                  An hour later, I stood staring into a mirror which hung above the small sink.  There was nothing else I could do to extend the time any further.  I bit my lip nervously as my stomach twisted and turned in knots. 
                  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, repeating what Ion frequently told me as I tried to convince myself that the statement was true.  Somehow, my mother’s voice over-powered him, causing me to shake my head.  I looked at my reflection scrutinizing my face.  Could I be as unlovable as she said?  My heart pounded harder as I closed my eyes.  I found it too easy to believe her. 
                  “Lilly, come out now!” My mother yelled through the door, pounding on it with her fists.  I jumped; putting my hand to my chest I took a deep breath and released it before taking one last glance at the mirror before opening the door. 
                  I discovered my mother waiting on the other side with her arms crossed over her chest. Her nostrils flared as she narrowed eyes at me, “I suppose that’s as good as it’s going to get,” she sneered and then, laughed cruelly, “Hopefully, Marco won‘t run away in terror.”
                  My heart trembled as I looked toward Ion, feeling panic rise in my chest, “Don’t listen to her, Lilly,” he said, softly, “You’re beautiful.”
                  I swallowed hard.  Why was it so hard to believe Ion, who loved me and so easy to believe my mother, who hated me?  I shook my head.  He walked over to me and took my hand and squeezed it gently in encouragement. 
                  “You are beautiful, Lilly,” he whispered again.  I looked up at him and smiled but my smile died as a knock sounded at the door.  My eyes widened in alarm. 
                  My mother smirked as she walked toward the door to answer it, “I don’t want them in here,” she said, loud enough that the person on the other side of the door would be able to hear, “We’ll meet them outside.”
                  I winced as she opened the door and stepped through.  The voice of a woman came to me then both familiar and enticing.  It was sultry and strong in a way I could not explain.  Slowly, I walked toward the door with Ion close behind me, stopping just before the owner of the voice would be able to see me. 
                  “Its okay, Lilly,” Ion whispered behind me, “It’s only Sophia.”
                  My heart jumped in my chest.  Sophia was the reason I hadn’t been aborted.   It was because of her that I had lived.  My eyes stung and I had to blink a couple of times to relieve the burn. 
                  Slowly, I raised my foot and took the last step needed to be seen from outside.  I frowned as I took in the scene before me.  I stood within a motor home park.  A large field stretched in front of us with picnic tables