Ashton smiled as he held his daughter’s hand while they walked to the area behind the Obsidian pack house. He had agreed to collect his nieces and nephew at the pack house while his mate Everly and the other ladies in her family took care of details for the formal ball that would be the official coronation of Logan as leader of Obisidian. Everly would be leading with her brother, but she argued about being called the leader or having any title. To Everly, as the oldest son, the title of Dragon Lord belonged to her brother. Ashton smiled every time he thought about that. He had been graced with a mate who was brilliant, kind, humble, and beautiful. He could not have asked for more.
“Daddy? Why are you smiling?” Darcy asked as they walked.
Ashton looked down at her to see her big gray eye
