There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room. Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter’s statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.

‘Peter’s son was mated to a human?’ He couldn’t believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter’s findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is,...