Suddenly, as I raised my head above my pillow to adjust, something struck my mind, sending shivers to my spine. I was blown into an aura of imagination, which wrapped me tightly that I had to recline on the bed rails.
My ghost mother, in the name of McTavish's wife, hadn't visited me for a while. I was wondering what pissed her off or discouraged her from even appearing to me.
Well, I often complained of her usually unannounced visits, but now, I expected her to at least see Lachie, the result of my sweet obsession. I was curious of her arrival into the pack house too, as I desired to see her expression whenever she realised our pack had been thoroughly established.
Angus met me right there, but it was until I felt his jab on my arms that I flinched, and adjusted, coming back to the
