Boone
At last, back to the Wolferaine Kingdom again. I exhale, relieved now that we’re back to the safety of our own kingdom. My future wife and my daughter were almost killed this afternoon and I was a wreck. I pretended that I was not affected that much, but I was. I got all cool, calm, and collected but inside I was shaken like a leaf. I couldn’t lose Lily, not when I just found her. She’s the love of my life, my true fated mate.
I get myself a tumbler and pour two fingers of whiskey into it. Werewolves don’t get drunk easily, and I’m not planning to. I just need the whiskey to unwind, to relax so I can think. I need to piece everything together. Things just didn’t add up, and I don’t like it. I didn’t like it then when we were in New York and I don’t like it now. Even more so now tha
