Emery
She was standing outside the front of the packhouse waiting for the full moon to set. Her eyes were on Ivan. He’d been fed well this morning enough for his wolf to heal him properly. She’d even been gracious enough to send him a lunch meal.
He was now sitting looking at her, and she smiled at him. She knew what he was thinking. There was only one thing he could be right now; that his own son, who had disowned him, was about to come into the full knowledge of what exactly had gone down.
That, what he thought, her being his father’s Goddess-Gifted was wrong, unless he thought he was going to be her second chance, Mate. She would, however, set that record straight. In her hand was that scroll that Christian had given to her, and she intended to hand it to Samson if he didn’t see the
