-Quinn-
I did as my dad told me. I had asked why he couldn’t go to see her, but he said she wouldn’t believe I was not dead. She was pacing around in the kitchen, obviously having come here to eat a little breakfast with my dad for privacy, and when she saw me entering, she screamed my name before running over to me, hugging me tightly.
“I tried to stop him,” she said. “But you Betas are so stubborn.”
I chuckled a little, holding her close. “Don’t worry, Mom. We are good,” I assured her.
She continued to hold onto me for a little while, wanting to make sure I was truly alive, but I didn’t carry any bruises. She took a moment to pull back and check on me regardless, and when she had decided that I was in good health, she nodded approvingly.
“Goddess,” she whispered, rubbing her forehea
