I placed my hand over the scar on my chest. It was the only one that was most visible. I always thought it was from a broken rib and not Joe’s attempt to keep me alive. I understood Ash’s anger and Joe’s fears. Why would he want to go through that again? But yet again, I couldn’t be a hypocrite about it. Looking at my kids, I understand why she’d want to risk it.
“Do you intend on spending forever with Joe?”
“Yes. I hope so, until the day I die from old age.” She joked.
Ann chuckled, “You grow old, and Joe stays young? That’s never going to work.”
“Which brings me to my next question,” I turned her to completely face me, “What’s your stand on turning?”
Maria looked at me wide eyed, “How is that going to solve my predicament?”
“You can have kids as a werewolf, this way there are no r
