Pere looked distressed. “Poor boy.”
I met his gaze. “I don’t want the police to know about what happened there today, Pere.”
“Of course, my boy. We’ll keep this strictly in the family.” Something was bothering him, though. He worried his lip, and I was afraid he had qualms about the young man upstairs.
“I promise I’ll take full responsibility for Da’ric.”
“Hmm? No, no.”
“Something’s worrying you.”
“You are my grandson.” And while this time his expression became rueful, I thought I’d burst with pride from his words. “Indeed,” he continued. “I think I may need to speak with your father about Arianne. When she began telling us the story, her wolf attempted to take control.”
“She started to change?” This wasn’t good, not in front of anyone outside the family.
“I was able to distract he
