Brynmor's POV
"Alpha, do you think Celeste doesn't like me?" asked Fiora in a hushed voice as we were asked to clear the table and carry the dirty dishes to the sink.
"Why do you ask like that?" I asked back, my eyebrows knitting together at Fiora's question. Was it possible that she sensed some strange behavior from my grandmother?
Fiora shrugged her shoulders and let out a long breath. "I don't know, I just feel like she's quite surprised by our arrival. Or should we have told Celeste before coming here?"
I chuckled lightly. "That's just your feelings, it's only natural that you feel that way since you don't know my grandmother very well yet," I said.
"So what about your father, Alpha? In all the months I've been living in your pack, your father hasn't interacted with me
