Leonard looked at his wife, who crouched down in front of her son, feeling distressed.
“My love, return to your room. I need to teach our son a lesson,” Leonard said before I returned.
“Don’t you dare lay hands on my son!” Laura roared despite her grief. She couldn’t see her son being beaten by her husband. Yes, she misses her daughter and is sad about it. And she would be sad about her lost child, until her last breath. But that doesn’t mean she would let her other children be wronged.
Her eyes turned red in anger, and her wolf flashed in her direction. Leonard was scared out of his wits. Not because of his wits, but because of his love for
“Babe, It’s not that way. He escaped last night, leaving a bunch of files on me and escaping the training. I am getting old and weak. How could he
