Jack
“Bergarian,” I sighed in exhaustion. “Damn, note to self, Rosalie can get any secrets out of Sampson. Weak pup.”
“Sampson heard that. Mate, too irresistible,” Sampson huffed.
“Where is Bergarian? I’ve never heard of it.” Rosalie tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy. Can I take her again without having to tell her everything? I smirked at her and she narrowed her eyes at me.
“Don’t do that panty dropping smirk, you need to tell me or I’ll get Sampson to.” She crossed her arms and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Ok, Ok! Damn woman.” I rubbed my forehead trying to figure out where to begin. “So, Bergarian is where most of the supernaturals are. There are more than just Werewolves and Vampires. There are Faes, sprites, other shifters like Wolves that turn into different animals
