Harley’s P.O.V.

Aunt Freya was on our side.

That mattered more than anything else!

I reached out and grasped Carlos’s arm before his temper could ignite again. “It’s alright.” I said gently, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Let them stay.”

He turned to me instantly, his eyes softening just a fraction as I added. “They have never seen a werewolf pack before. This will be new for them. And they’ll be safe with us too…”

Carlos stared at me for a long second, torn between irritation and surrender. Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

“Fine,” he said at last, the word clipped but final. “I’m...