Fiona
Five sets of eyes stare at me- four of them with disbelief. I know I should be excited but worry and anxiety fill me. What if they don’t like me?
I sink back into Ethan’s chest and drop my eyes to try to calm myself, but Etha is ahead of me. The soft purring starts up again, easing my worry. I love when he does that.
“Good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m right here for you. If you want to wait, we can—”
“No,” I whisper, twisting my fingers in my shirt. “I want to meet them.”
“Then meet them, little mate,” he says. Fingers gently grip my chin and lift it, letting me see the small group of people in front of me. Now that I’m paying attention, I can see it. The old woman looks like my mother, her soft features and pretty brown eyes. The old man has the same nose and
