Mason POV By the time Gerry had me back at the castle, I had settled down the best I could. Gerry was good at helping me talk this through and understand that the perfume that she-wolf wore was very pungent, even he was shocked to smell it on him. I walked into the castle, bleakly. I knew I had to face the wrath of Mum and Dad, and had not expected to run into either of them so soon. I had only just taken a few steps into the castle and was caused to stop abruptly when I was confronted by my mother, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face; I had hoped to bump into Father first. He would have been a little more understanding of my plight. ‘Why are you here, son, and not out wooing your mate? I thought you were going to that Italian restaurant with your mate?’ she was angry at m