"Bradley, I thought I told you not to come here." Linda sneered as she walked up to Brad. Brad stood tall at six, five. Broad shoulders, muscular and manly. Brad frowned at Linda, making his wrinkles more apparent.
"Linda," He warned her sternly, but only got an eye roll out of her. Pursing his lips, he sighed and let it go. After all, he wronged her first.
"Don't call me Bradley. That's not my name." Brad relented and corrected Linda.
"So? I don't care. What I care about is why you are here. So go on, tell me, why you here?" Linda scoffed at him before asking.
"Came to see if my Luna was still alive." Brad looked her over. She was injured but not badly.
"Your mate is dead." Linda sneered, "I'm not your Luna!"
"You are his mother, Linda it's time to stop this charade." Brad stretched
