Scarlet runs into the pack dining hall with that little s**t, Cleo’s nephew. I don’t like the thought that my daughter would rather spend her time with him than me, especially since we have so much catching up to do. I can’t help the growl that is building when she chooses to sit with him rather than me, but she seems happy and considering what she is going through I am relieved to see her smile. She looks so beautiful when she smiles, just like her mother did all those years ago. I still haven’t spoken to Cleo about Scarlet. How do you even begin to discuss this with your mate? Cleo is sat next to me now talking nonstop and she keeps placing her hand on my arm which I can tell has not gone unnoticed by Scarlet. I’m sure she has no doubts about who the brash woman is sat next to me.
“Mor
