I wanted to ask why he was so suspicious, but I knew that Jonah’d probably been tormented about his status before. Ronin Werewolves in the UK were almost unheard of, as there was a single central pack there. Ronin’s seldom made it to full adulthood because the pack wolves mistook them for Rogues.
Watching him soothe the girl by his side—his hand moving in slow circles along her back, his thumb occasionally brushing her shoulder—I knew that he didn’t want to cause problems. The child had suffered enough as it was, so I was grateful the Fates had gifted her a strong, yet charmingly sweet Mate to help her blossom.
His gaze slid between us, taking in every detail—the tone of our voices, the set of our jaws, even the way our eyes flicked between each other. Finally, he said, "I don't mean t’
