The unfurled map on the large flat-faced rock in front of him only held half his attention as Aron’s eyes begrudgingly flicked to the massive blonde Lycan on the opposite side of him. After Sam arrived, he seemed to be overly attentive of his kamará as well as an object of affection for his twins. Even now, Cian stood at the man’s side, wide-eyed and smiling as he listened attentively while Sam pointed to an area on the map, informing his son about where he had recently been hunting, and adding the rousing tidbits of adventure he had just undertaken. Admittedly, Sam’s tale was exciting, but Aron couldn’t relax his coiled nerves enough to enjoy it.
Not when his son was smiling at that man.
No, his possessive nature wouldn’t allow him to like this man. Because all of this seemed to spiral
