Chapter 4
That night, Wolfie and I both apologized. My mate knew how sensitive I was to being lashed out at by an alpha werewolf, my father’s firm hand having often chastened me during my childhood. And I now knew that Wolfie wasn’t quite so serene in the acceptance of his bloodling nature as he’d once appeared either.
So we came to an understanding...but we didn’t resolve the issue. Because we both felt strongly about Ember’s future. And our beliefs, for the first time in our shared history, were diametrically opposed.
“But don’t you think it’s wrong to treat Ember like a pet instead of like a child?” I asked Wolfie once our respective lupine halves had soothed the raw emotions that coursed between us. We were snuggling together in our bed, the peace of this home that we’d built for ou
