RAVEN’S POV
My father grunted at my nonchalant greeting to him.
“Must you always be so defensive, Ray?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I have asked you time and time again to stop calling me that.” I sighed.
“It has always been my nickname for you, son.”
“Yes, and I have always disliked it,” I mumbled as I walked to the large window facing the front of the packhouse.
“I suppose it would be a different story if your mate called you that, then?” My body stiffened at the mention of my mate. I faced him and he was already seated in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Your mother told me.”
“Of course she did.” I sighed again, running my hands through my hair as I threw my head back. “That woman could never keep a secret to save her life.” My father chuckled.
“True, but why would you
