(Willa)
His mother turned to me, and her eyes lightened. She reached for my hands and took a step back, looking me over. I don’t think I had ever felt as self-conscious before in my life.
“Well,” She smiled approvingly. “You are absolutely stunning. Strong genes there. My name is Grace, and it is my absolute pleasure to meet you.” Her face softened.
“Hi,” I said a bit awkwardly, “I’m Willa,” I took a deep breath, willing myself to stop shifting from foot to foot.
A man emerged from his office before I could say anything else. Dark brown hair and familiar blue eyes were set over a thick beard.
“I let him grow it out once we handed the pack to our son.” Grace winked at me, following my gaze.
“I figured I would let your mother at you first.” He came up, placing a hand on his mate's sh
