Evgeniya
Badru rubbed his elbow absentmindedly while he skimmed through and amended the new rotas and schedules in place.
“I told you he had reach,” I huffed a sigh of laughter through my nose, continuing to peruse through some of the books and artefacts on the bookcase. “I thought you’d know that by now.”
The cause would come as little surprise to most, Heru. At the stables, like the impulsive wolf he was, Badru had tried to get a little handsy as I finished up brushing the stallion.
Evva was still chuckling to herself at our mate’s pout. ‘He was warned, our nugget thought he knew better and, of course, he was bitten.’
We had come to his and Astennu’s personal office afterwards, just down the hall from their father’s in the main pack house. It was a space I hadn’t seen before. Their
