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to the office

, buried in paperwork. He looked up at

and walks around the desk,

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the desk. I could feel my father’s eyes

with a frown as he takes

its, he l

I’m happy,” I said to him, “I just hope she accept

u would have been driven mad knowing

ng down around me. I had to wait six years to claim her, which never sat well for Blaze or me. Werewolf law sta

wanted to be around her. I had to be locked in a cell a few times because my damn wo

might need some time, but she will want you. You j

ds of emotions, but mainly m

pt you and become y

tared at him, “I

own, and by the time we finish, it will be

paperwork my father was working

ut four years ago. My father has always shown me the ropes of running the pack

ing once Roxie takes her place as my Luna, my father wil

en you are ha

moved into his chair, and I

hat his face was blank, so

go into knots; maybe

y head and looks

ce a smile. “We are goin

ing. “I guess Blaze told you we cou

help b

ted up; I didn’t know whether I was go

I feel so sick?”

ys. “I remember feeling the same way when I saw your mother; sh

ace. He does this whenever he thinks about mum. I wish

s away, and looks at me. “Let’s go; we can fin

up, moving from

he door, and we bot

and left on foot as Roxie’s house was

. I look at him as he opens his mouth, “I have to ask,” he says and looks

t to sound overly confident. “I want to say as soon as possib

d her family there,” he says and glances towards me. “But he told me

u, Tim,

the forest and c

Well, decorating-wise, it hasn't; Tim wanted to keep everything the way his mate left it as it reminded him of his mate and also Jason and Roxie. They lost their mum nine years ago. Jason took

on turned fifteen, he added a garage to the house, which he turned into a game and gym section for us boys to work

ks in front of me and rings the doorbe

or opened and there stood T

with the most intoxicating scent that stirs Blaze

d stared towards

to see her. He has been dying

ked at my father and him, and the

’t know whether I can g

ded t

opening the kitchen door wi

behind

s going crazy in my head. He wan

aid to him, “We don’t

m his mouth, “all I want to do is mound her and

to have his nuts c

idiot,” he says, “we want pups, and I want

an in

nd him. My eyes scan the kitchen, but they instantly land

her beauty. She was not the scrawny little girl I remember. Her features are stunni

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to me, and no one

t smirk. “Welcome

but I could sense she