Ridley’s POV
“I don’t know dad.” I sighed, looked around the room at my pack, who all seemed fairly happy and decided to pull my father to one side so we could talk in private. I explained what happened and then what I feared was happening, but that I didn’t want to tell people what was going on because I didn’t want to start a panic when it wasn’t necessary. My father frowned and then suggested that I show my mom the information I had about the rogues. If there was anybody who could spot the smallest of details, it was her. My father was right. If there was one person in our pack that could tell me if I should be worried or not, it was my mother. It was as if she had a sixth sense about these things and I watched her stand by my father all these years without overshadowing him in any way
