Viggo
I grit my teeth, jaw tight, as my boots stomp over pack grounds. Frustration buzzes beneath my skin—I could have just teleported to Dad, but I needed to burn off this simmering irritation with each heavy step.
I’m not angry that it’s Arwen Dad chose to be my mate. I’m annoyed that he did this without consulting me first! I didn’t ask for a mate and certainly didn’t ask my father to meddle in my life!
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?”
I stop walking and sigh. I turn and look at my sister.
Melody is such a beautiful young woman inside and out. She’s calm and laidback, and she never has a cross word to say against anyone. Melody is just like our mother in every way. She doesn’t have a mate, and I doubt Dad will ever choose someone for his little girl. There isn’t a man out the
