*Jay*
“I hate to be a bother.” I mumble.
"Good Goddess, Jay," Lucian says as he pours whiskey into two tumblers. "I've bothered you often enough."
"You're an Alpha, it's your right."
Claybourne scowls at me. We grew up on the streets together, working for Feagan, until it was discovered that Luc was the lost heir to a title. I have never felt quite comfortable around the high packs, but then, I feel comfortable around few. I'm a skeptic at best when it comes to someone else’s good intentions. No doubt a result of my father’s good intentions leaving me with a wounded soul that still, after all these years, refuses to heal.
Claybourne hands a goblet of wine to his wife, Evangeline. She is a lovely she-wolf. Her blond hair almost reminds me of Eden Newmoon’s, although Miss Newmoon’s mak
