Regina knew the moment Nick walked into the house that something was wrong. She had been unable to come along to battle with the pack warriors and that was because Reagan was ill. She had to stay with him throughout to ensure that he was okay. Though the yellowing on his skin was fading away, Regina was still worried and she hoped her son would regain his health very soon.
Standing by the side of the wall, she watched her mate angrily kick the side of their king-sized bed, yelling at the top of his voice in the process. Regina's eyes narrowed at his frantic display but she remained quiet, knowing perfectly well that it was best she left him to pour out his anger without any interruption. It was always better that way each time Nick was like this. The last time she had tried to stop him,
