Solace must be the name of her wolf.
Randall whimpers quietly, like a lovesick puppy, but backs away and curls up in his corner when he receives no response from his mate.
Jayden clears his throat. “Your mother’s coming… to chaperone.” The words make him feel guilty again. As if he’s a coward and a tattletale. He keeps telling himself it’s for her sake, but it doesn’t make him feel less like that of a chewed up gum under one’s shoe.
Alys freezes and something flashes in her eyes, but then she nods and says nothing else.
Trying to focus on the task at hand, Jayden walks over to stand near the window, just in case he’ll need to leave again, and clears his throat, determined to do his job.
Because if there’s one thing that Jayden is certain he can do right, it’s his job. And for now, tha
