'Zanda,' My father’s voice called out inside my mind through the link as I held Adeline on my chest. I was running my fingers through her hair, playing with her curls while we cuddled up on the couch after dinner, watching a movie.
'Father?' I answered, still running my fingers through Adeline’s hair. It was so soft and smelt incredible. 'Are you back at the pack house?'
'We got back this afternoon.' He answered, he sounded annoyed. 'Max told us about your mate, where are you, why aren’t you back?'
'I’m at the beach house,' I told him, 'Adeline’s never seen the ocean, so I brought her. We’ll be back tomorrow.'
'Good,' He said, 'I’ll organize a dinner to meet your mate when you arrive.'
'Did Max happen to tell you who my mate is?’
'She did,' He sounded concerned, ‘Bec’s little girl, o
