Yaroslava's POV
I knew Rinat's number by heart and dialed it quickly.
“Aidarov. I'm listening,” came the sleepy voice of the Alpha of the Gray Wolf Clan a minute later.
The fact that my ex-fiancé was usually asleep at this hour didn't bother me at all.
“Good morning, Rinat,” I said with practiced calm.
The caller was silent for a few seconds.
“Yaroslava?” the werewolf asked, confused. “Is that you?”
“Yes, it's me,” I hummed affirmatively. “Aren't you glad to hear from me?” I couldn't help but chuckle.
Burying the past was already problem
