Jazmin Lovett’s neatly manicured eyebrows scrunched inward as she looked over the fresh bandage on her daughter’s arm. “So you got hurt during training, you say?”
Gabriella nodded at the lie with an absent shrug as she regarded her mother sitting next to her in the Pack House Cafeteria. Her family had managed to persuade Gabriella to leave her bedroom for lunch even though she wanted to keep herself buried within those small four walls. So, after she changed out of her gym clothes and applied a fresh wrapping to her arm, she glued herself to the small huddle of her family and went where they dictated.
“Mija, you know I didn’t like you joining this Arkadían thingy.” Her mother fussed.
"Cariña,” Alpha Mitchell purred at his wife as he set his food tray on the table oppos
