*
Leonard had to lead her back to the cottage, while a heavy silence settled on them. Sierra was lost in her own thoughts, while he was trying to wrap his head around what she'd told him. It was so staggering that he would never have believed she was the one who said it if he were to hear it from someone else.
Of course Alpha Clark was her father. How could she ever doubt that? He had been there when she was born eighteen years ago, on a cold autumn night with the wind blowing listlessly. He had stood outside the manor, with Clark himself pacing about and unable to get a grip on himself.
“You might want to sit down and take a minute,” Leonard had told him. “She’ll be done when it’s time. Your pacing about certainly won’t help the matter.”
Clark had looked at him like he wished for no
