My father stared at Esme and me in turn. “So, have you marked Emerald, son?”
“Father!” I protested. “We need more time. I’ll let you and our pack know if the time has come.”
“Ah! It is too bad. I thought you two had already marked each other. I shouldn’t come here.”
Esme blushed more. But then she startled me. “Marco and I have been a couple, but I asked him for more time to understand the concept of mate in werewolves fully.” Esme stopped for a breath, then she continued, “It’s not his fault we haven’t marked each other. It’s mine. I need to convince myself more that I’m ready for this.”
My father stared at Emerald for a moment, then he smiled. “I’m so happy to hear that. Since you’ve been a couple now, then you should call me father. Though you haven’t been Marco’s mate’s officially
