We decided to adjourn for the day with a plan to check in on Benjamin, having not discussed the new law at all.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t get to it today, Molly,” Peter tells me as we walk down the stairs to head to the dining room for dinner.
“It’s OK,” I tell him. “I’m sure we’ll get to it eventually. Pack safety comes first.”
He puts his arm around me and squeezes my shoulder. “My son couldn’t have been mated to a better woman.” He releases me, walking a bit faster to catch up to my dad.
“He’s right, you know,” Seth tells me, grabbing my hand. “I couldn’t have been mated to anyone better. For me, or the job, or werewolves.”
“I really hope I’m as good at this as you and your dad seem to think that I will be,” I tell him quietly.
“You will be,” he says as he stops walking as we
