Ryan's POV
"But, monsters?"
My father mumbled. He finally calmed down now, but Aria's words last night stuck. They did for me, too, but not for the same reasons. I agree she had some strange choice of words last night, but who doesn't when they are angry? And sad. Ragnar has been hounding me all night, pestering me. It didn't help one bit. I can't have a mate, not again. Nobody even knew about the first one, I mean, a second chance.
Does that even exist?
"I will talk to her, but she left early this morning."
"Yes, the meeting! Good luck! Oh, and son? Do it today... Do not postpone it, it will do you no good, and it will make the conversation even harder!"
"I have it under control!"
"No, you don't. That's why I'm telling you. It might have been said a bit, unfiltered
