“I’m proud of you,” she said. “I’m proud to be your mate.”
Her praise smoothed some of my wolf’s frazzled nerves. It preened instead, under her affections.
“Does this mean you are going to allow me to leave as well?” she asked.
“Yes, but maybe not how you think,” I said. This, I had been giving a lot of thought. Amelia wanted to compromise, and while I wanted to do that for her, I also wasn’t ready for her to go too far from me. “You’ll be coming with me to the office. You can help Keegan with his work. I know you want to help.”
At this, Amelia beamed much in the same way that our children had done. It was clear who they got their smiles from. Even Stacy, who had Claire as her biological mother, still seemed to lean more towards Amelia’s mannerisms. It shouldn’t have been possible, but
