It wasn’t often Varden visited his father. It just only happened, when it was really important, since Gregory did a very great job at being completely private, even to his children.
But it turns out, as Varden sat at the backseat of his car, watching as the driver drove into the vast estate that was his father’s property, something really important had come up.
If anything, his father’s estate, was a mini replica of the Devereaux pack territory. Just smaller, with lesser buildings. But vast enough, it could contain a small community.
Like it currently did.
“Don’t bother with the door, I’ll get it myself. Just go pack the car.” Varden said, pushing open the door himself, and getting off the car. He was too grown to be babied by anyone.
He had been fast asleep, and in Lexie’s arms, when
