Elara'S POV
A door at the far end opened, and a huge, blond, Viking of a woman strode toward us. She wore a blue gown that did nothing to soften her sharp angles. I must have taken a reactionary step backward because I bumped into Lysander.
Kaelen smirked down at me, amused.
Shithead.
Xavier’s arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into his side.
“Mama Holt’s a bear shifter,” he whispered.
Mama bear? Really.
The woman embraced Kaelen, ignoring the scowl on his face.
“My boys,” she said. “I barely see you anymore.”
She moved to Lysander and hugged him as well.
“These old knees don’t make it up and down those stairs as well as they used to.”
I ran my gaze over her muscular frame. Could have fooled me—she looked as fit as any of the guys. As I studied her, I realized her ha
