Carter
He watched Elianna and Anya walk back toward the pack house. His mother rested against the sofa.
“You seem to be getting along with that girl,” she commented with her eyes shut. Her ability to socialize often was dwindling, but she made an exception for Anya—Anastasia as she would prefer to call her.
Elianna was his mate. He knew it the second he saw her at that table. But, like everything else in his life, he had to play his role for his mother’s sake. “She’s cute,” he shrugged, hoping she didn’t see through his bullshit.
“Be careful, Carter,” she warned. “You never know who you can trust, and that girl is an outsider.”
It was true, she absolutely wasn’t part of this pack, but still. She was an innocent, through and through. “Not everyone is tainted,” he mutt
