LEO
Sol’s look of shock mirrored my own. When had she come back?
Matilda gripped me tighter around the neck. “Uncle Leo,” Maverick greeted me. “Guess who came with us? Aunt Sol has never been to an Alpha Ceremony!”
“She hasn’t?” I managed to say in a normal voice. My wolf pushed at my consciousness, urging me to drop my niece and go to our mate. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Sol,” Missy waved her over. Her eyes slid to my sister as her throat bobbed. Missy hadn’t caught either of our shock. Sol moved stiffly toward us.
She didn’t look anything like I remembered. My sister had pictures of them at the packhouse. When she was younger, Sol was a veritable ray of sunshine. I’d rarely seen her not smiling. The dark tan of her skin seemed to glow under her dark, wavy hair. Her am
