“They would be taught everything they need to know to run this pack,” I state.
She shakes her head and stares at her food. “I don’t think I can bring children into a home like that. It’s bad enough I have to live with it.”
“Is our home that bad?” I snarl.
“I feel like I am suffocating,” She confesses.
I frown and drop my utensils.
“I’m sorry, Torben. But I’m just not used to being so serious all of the time. I was serious when I worked and trained, but for goddess sakes, I found ways to have fun and laugh,” She folds her arms.
“Perhaps, we can find time to have birthday parties,” I concede. “But no alcohol.”
“I don’t mind that. I’m not really a fan of drinking, even though you smell like scotch,” She chuckles. “Look, I know it may not seem important, but something as simple as a
