“You’re not helping, Adam!” I said through gritted teeth as he giggled at the cuteness that stood before us. I wiped the tears from the little face that stood in front of me. Her chubby cheeks were sticky from sobbing into my neck and her little hands were rubbing furiously at her eyes as if she was angry at them for leaking those pesky tears.
“Sorry!” he raised his hands in defense and sat down next to me on the grass of the nursery school field.
“Daddy, why can’t I shift yet?” Our daughter was barely six years old, but had a temper like her Dad and a stubborn streak to rival my own. Laura would tease that she was going to make a hell of an Alpha and she was probably right. Adam and I were happy with just her, our little Everly.
“You’ll shift when you’re thirteen, like all the o
