Darius and I sat in a restaurant nearby - Wolves' Business - sipping on red wine and eating beef steaks. It's our first date since we've gotten on good terms.
"What will we do about your mother's situation?" he stared at me in curiosity.
"I forgive her," I said. "I plan on having her in my life."
He tilts his head, getting beef on his fork. "It'll be a problem for our pack. Two men died chasing vampires not long ago."
"Don't you think I know that?" I frowned. "It wasn't her. She never killed a werewolf," I demanded. "She caused one death a long time ago. And she feels bad enough herself. How can I blame her?"
I remember the last conversation we had....
She cried about Jamie not wanting to speak with her. "I wish... I wish I could see him just once. To tell him how much I regret what
