Serayah Morgan.
He believes me.
Despite the lack of proof, despite Rita’s accusations, Roar just made it clear to everyone that he trusts me. Over her. Over doubt. Over everything.
He has no proof other than my word, and with the shortcomings between us, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he doubted me—especially since his duty as a father must come first.
With Jeremiah between them, there is silence. It is only broken by the sound of the Frost wards’ footsteps as they return, carrying the herbs for all to see. Roar steps away and faces Jackson.
“The herbs must have come with a receipt?”
Jackson immediately begins looking for it at Roar’s request.
I know exactly what I ordered for my lab, and Monkshood was not among them. I am a weak wolf. I know better than to meddle with something so
