Balthazar can’t stop thinking about what Jesiree said. He’s on the back porch, avoiding Morticia and Bria. He loves Morticia, but Bria is his second-chance mate. If he told Bria she was his mate, would she accept him since he had mated with her adopted sister? Then it came to him that Bria might not be aware that she’s adopted. Maybe she just thinks she doesn’t have a wolf. He roughly scratches his head. “Damn it, what am I going to do?”
“About what?” Bria is walking out the door. “I might not know the answer, but I’m a pretty good listener.” She sits across from him, giving him her attention.
“Thank you, but it’s the pack's business, and I don't want to concern you about it. I heard through the grapevine that you had a birthday yesterday. Why didn’t you say something so we could have ce
