Ella
When Sinclair and Hugo finally leave for the pack headquarters, Henry and I move into our favorite sitting room, returning to the puzzle we began solving together earlier this week. Seated across from the older wolf, I pretend to scan the scattered puzzle pieces for matches, while really sneaking peeks up at him. “So what do you make of all this?” I ask curiously. “Lydia and the Prince?”
Henry grimaces, “I never liked that woman. But trying to argue with headstrong young Alphas’ convinced they’ve found their mate is like beating your head against a wall.” He offers me a tender smile. “You’ll see soon enough. You can do everything in your power to try and teach your pups the important lessons and prepare them for the real world – but at the end of the day you have to let them make t
