PAULINE POV
I didn’t know it was possible for someone to faint three times in one afternoon.
But apparently, it was.
“Mom?” I had said, half-laughing, half-panicking, as she crumpled into Dad’s arms for the third damn time. “Are you... breathing?”
She was. Barely. Eyes fluttering like she’d just run a marathon. And to be fair, maybe emotionally she had.
Because there’s no easy way to tell your mother that the man she married twenty-something years ago is the runaway son of a supernatural-hunting blood cult.
Nor is there a gentle way to mention that their daughter now has two mates. Two werewolf mates.
Oh, and surprise: I’m married now. Maybe. Sort of. Does it really matter?
The first time she passed out, it was right after Rett turned partially. Not even fully — just enough to let
