Genevieve:
“That was cute,” I commented, frowning as I looked around at the warriors who had done a great job keeping the black wolves out.
But the outbreak of black wolves in Caspian’s pack was actually wild. It seemed like Finch wasn’t lying when he said something big was headed toward this pack.
“Ughm,” Caspian groaned, holding his arm, which was all cut up from the fight with the black wolves. He somehow got himself all worked up while trying to protect his warriors. I saw passion in his movements.
He cared about his people. Unlike his jerk of a father. It was a miracle that such a bastard gave birth to such a good son.
But such a terrible mate.
“Get up, don’t be dramatic,” I said. As soon as I did, he looked at me like I had hurt him in the worst way possible. I left for my room
