Thorn POV
"That's definitely the question. She is still bonded to that ba**ard. It's not like I can just say hey Fawn I know that I just claimed Vanessa was my mate, but I was wrong. You are my mate and the future Queen of Werewolves." "She might appreciate your honesty," my Uncle Alfonso says. I glare at him and my aunt giggles. "It's too bad your uncle didn't take his own advice when he was trying to convince my sister to accept him," my mother says. My uncle glares at mother, and she sticks her tongue out at him.
I shake my head at their antics. "She might appreciate my honesty if she believes me or she might also think I'm nuts. I don't want her to run for the hills before we can get this cluster**k figured out. Besides, she is pregnant with that a**hole's pup." My grandmother's ey
