Chapter One Hundred and Two. Wise Words Part Two.
“Take a seat, please,” Chloe smiled, patting the space between her and Mars on the wooden bench. It was going to be a squeeze have two huge werewolves, along with two she-wolves perched on the bench, and probably extremely uncomfortable, however, Hamish gathered that was the point of his mother meeting them on the cliff edge. One thing the prince knew about his mother, was, everything had a point. She may look like a tear away youth, by the way she dressed, and the slow process of werewolf aging, but she was a wise middle-aged woman, (according to human age standards) who knew exactly how to make her point.
Hamish sat between his mother and Mars, taking hold of Ronnie by her waist and guiding her onto his knee. The bench creaked and gro
