‘I don’t like them touching her like that,’ Set hisses.
‘Neither do I,’ I respond to my wolf.
“Torben,” Mother waves to me.
“It’s too bad there is no booze anywhere in this pack,” I hear Ryland scoff. “What is this a convent?”
“Torben doesn’t allow alcohol because his father drank,” Lenore explains and glances at Mother.
“Lawson was a good Alpha, but he drank, and that’s what got him killed,” Mother tells Ryland, and I bristle.
I hate her telling strangers that my father drank himself to death. It’s not something that should be public knowledge. I stiffly walk over to a chair and sit down. I keep my eyes on Lenore. Her broad smile keeps me from losing it.
‘You are making your mate happy,’ Set reminds me.
‘That’s the only thing keeping Ryland Moonglade alive,’ I respond.
“Anyway
