Wanted
Wrenna “What?!” Callie’s face turned to one of horror, before she burst out laughing. “It’s not funny!” Wrenna grated, looking around in case someone had followed them. “Brad Blackbriar is your mate?” Callie continued laughing. “Could you keep your voice down?! None of this is funny, Cal!” Wrenna spat, grabbing her best friend by the upper arms. “I’m sorry, but it’s just like you to have a child with your mate. Oh my Goddess, Wrenna Dravenwood does not half ass anything.” Her chuckle finally died down, as she crouched down to pick up actual wood. “But boy, does that complicate everything. How did Damian take it?” When Wrenna didn’t answer, Callie looked up at her, abandoning her task. “You did tell him, right?” Wrenna pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, a guilty look on her
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