Weston's pov
Penelope was upset. She shuffled through the cupious amounts of snow to get to the house. Owen had followed her to make sure nothing happened, and I was forced to fix it.
She was being unreasonable, but how could I allow her to keep up this attitude? She wouldn't tell us about her scars, she hates the thoughts of mates but her sweet words about us being the only ones to care for her made me feel not-so-dead on the inside. If that makes a lick of sense. Huxley had read the letter from his father with Owen, his sad behavior is normal part of it. He hurts everytime he hears from his father.
The OG Bechalot is a real demon. Kind of like my Owen father. He hated Huxley. If he had his way, the king may never have know of Huxley's existence but Owen had outted him.
Huxley's too
