“It's my mother's pride and joy.” Warwick says as he begins to walk slowly through the archway leading to this seemingly other realm.
I take in all of the different flowers and scents as we walk.
“Tell me about him.” Warrick rushes out, like he was forced to. I look at him in curiosity.
“Who?” I ask, looking toward him. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Your first mate. What was he like?” He asks, looking back at me and I smile at the memory of Xavier.
“He was lovely. Sweet, but stern. Cared for his pack, even though people sometimes had a hard time seeing that. Even as a teen, before we were mates and he took the Alpha title, he stood up for the weaker members. He would try to include all kids when playing games. As a teen, even as his father was training us in torture, he ne
