THE night has fallen when Basha returned home. Her father was waiting for her in the living room.
For a standard family, it was normal seeing the parents in the living room when any member of the family arrived. However, in Wood's household, the sight of Quentin Wood in the receiving area while watching television means something else. Either one of his children in trouble or there was an emergency. It was never good.
Basha’s eyes went to the round wall clock. It was before eight in the evening.
“Good evening, dad.” She greeted.
The former alpha nodded. “I know that you've grown up, Blaire. But please inform your old man that you’re leaving especially after the ordeal you went through.”
Grinning, she approached her father. She pressed a kiss on his silver head.
“I’m sorry, daddy. L
