Lydia
I'm nervous. Avery is about to hold a speech to our pack and the other packs gathered at the mansion tonight.
He is standing by my side at the top of the stairs, handsome and protective. There isn't a smile on his face, but his eyes are heated in a way that lets me know he won't allow anything to happen to me.
It calms me down a little, but not much. People are already gossiping and whispering as they look up at us. The music isn't playing, and all eyes are on us. That includes the eyes of my mom.
I swallow thickly.
My mom is holding John's arm, eyes narrowed as she rakes me up and down. Her face is easy to read: she has figured us out.
Like everybody else, I bet my mom can smell Avery's scent on my skin and my scent on every inch of his toned body.
There is no doubt what
