Janet's POV
"Greetings, how can I help you people?" The woman who is supposed to be my mother asked us.
"They want to have some words with you people; they were sent by the Alpha," one of the guards said to the woman who scrutinized us from head to toe before asking us to come in.
"We will be taking our leave now," the guards said to us before we got in.
"Can I offer you people something to drink?" The woman asked us, but immediately we nodded negatively.
As the woman was about to take a seat, a man came out of the room, and beside him was a little boy, possibly the smallest.
Once he came out, I recognized him too; he was the man in the picture, my supposed father.
"Mummy, who are they?" The little boy asked his mother while running to her.