A mother's intuition
“Who can that be banging like that?!” My mother scrunches up her nose. I don’t say anything. My wolf already knows. This time she isn’t dancing. Maybe because she is scared to face the wrath of our Alpha. Running away in the middle of the night, and without saying a word, he must be royally pissed. I get up and follow my mother out of the room, stealing another glance at Alex before closing the door slightly.We make our way down the stairs as the banging continues. “Coming, coming!”, my mother shouts. “They better be dying out there.” I hit the last step on the staircase and stopped. I can smell him from here. He smells devine. My mother looks back at me quickly as she exits the kitchen and makes her way across the living room. She peeks into the peephole and turns to me again. This
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