Dargan’s POV
I walked down the hall of the nursing home, smiling at the few nurses and helpers who greeted me. I ignored the appreciative looks I got and ignored how my wolf wanted to growl at the female attention. He had his mates and didn’t really care for any other females than them…
I scribbled my name down on the visitors’ form and then headed to room 313. Knocking, I waited until I heard the click of the lock and a familiar scent wrapped around me. One, that always made my wolf wag his tail, sadly from side to side, knowing she’d never really see…
Me…
“Oh, Darian my sweet boy,” Ann Darby greeted me the way she always did when I visited her. She looked up at me, her eyes gleamed and a wide smile spread across her face, revealing that her true age wasn’t much old than that of a mid
