The three men bowed their heads, and slowly backed away giving Jensen the space she needed. Behind her, Connor’s eyes, which had turned the telltale yellow of his wolf’s, were coming back to their emerald green, and his fangs which had protruded past his lips all sharp and shiny, were retracting.
“He’s my father,” she turned to Connor, her amber eyes looking sheepishly at the ground .”And they are my brothers.” she gestured toward the two young men flanking her mountain of a father.
“It’s true,” Arda added, grabbing Jensen’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
“Why are you here?” Jensen asked, as she slowly drew her eyes up, staring at the three men. ”You have never shown your face once since I have been alive, “
She crossed her arms, raising an angry brow.
Yes, now she was getting angr
