We were pulling into the pack house driveway. It was snowing in earnest now. Winter was officially here. Dinner had been manageable. There were a few times where I had to rub Liam’s leg under the table to help him calm down but overall, it seemed to have gone okay.
He had been pretty quiet on the way home, simply holding my hand and driving us back. I didn’t try to make him talk. I knew he just needed to be in his own head. When we finally parked, he did not move right away. I turned to him, giving him a curious look.
“Thank you for tonight,” he finally said.
“Of course, Liam. I would do anything for you, but I really didn’t do much,” I said.
“But you did. My father and I have had a strained relationship for a very long time, even before I knew you were my mate. Tonight, you were a
