T.J. POV
He was sitting down to breakfast, in the packhouse dining room. Ella’s hand was in his, she looked so very happy, practically glowing with it. Apparently she already knew about the pups, his mother had told her, even before they’d been gifted to each other.
West and Jo-anne were sitting across from them, Marked and Mated now, it happened last night. After she’d bolted from dinner, and he’d wanted to go after her, knew something was wrong. He’d seen her do that more than once now, but his mother had stopped him. He had stared right at her and just known, she knew what it was all about.
He'd asked her, in fact, to which she had simply smiled and said “She is perfectly fine, just to do with her powers is all. It doesn’t hurt her.”
T.J. had not liked the half answer he had gotten,
