(Mila)
It had been two days since I learned of the possibility that William Rosewood might not be my father. It was weighing heavily on my mind but I tried my best to stay distracted.
I awoke this morning to the sound of Rowan's phone ringing, his legs tangled with mine as he leaned over, reaching for his cell phone.
He held it up to his ear and pulled me close to him once more.
"Rowan Scott speaking." I noticed he always answered with his full name, just in case if it was non werewolf related.
Suddenly his eyes flashed to mine.
"Okay, yes..we would rather come right now, to get it over with if that's okay." Rowan said, pulling me closer to him as he reached down and kissed my bare shoulder gently.
"Thank you, Dr. Lewis, see you soon." And with that, he hung up and placed his pho
