Wynta
They walked into her suite and sat down, and she looked at Jared, his words from just a moment ago coming into the packhouse, were the same as the ones he’d spoken just this morning about them living in France, if she’d accepted him as a chosen mate. It was a curiosity for her, so of course, she asked what he wanted.
He wanted to stay here but would go there if she opted for them to move. He’d even partition the Wolfen Council to grant them a pack of their own. The man before her was calm, appeared reasonable and didn’t itch to take over here. Though he’d stated he would like to be here, he missed his home.
She couldn’t be the one to make the decision for him, that wasn’t right. “Don’t put that decision on me,” she stated as she sat and looked at him. “I don’t like that kind of pr
