Third Person POV
“I was wondering when my son was going to come down here to see me.” Matilda said.
Lycan Ryder turned to Beta Marcus, but Marcus looked away. “I was thinking the same thing, Matilda.” Ryder said. “Your son had never once mentioned that he had a mother who was so very… skilled. He is the spitting image of you.”
Matilda laughed. A surprisingly melodic voice considering her age. Or how old was she, anyway? Ryder didn't know, and it didn't look like Marcus would, either. If Marcus was as old as he was now, then Matilda must have been at least more than double that age. And yet, there was this uncanny sense of youth and agelessness around her.
Ryder decided that perhaps he really didn't want to know how old she was after all. He was going to be simply content with the kno
