SPICER GRAY
Today my routine has changed. I am not an attention seeker but I hate that no one has noticed it. Mirabel Redford is still the topic of the pack.
I am uneasy.
The knot below my stomach hasn’t disappeared for the past forty-eight hours since I asked myself whether Mirabel knows she is my mate and she is pretending. To make things worse, my wolf is on edge too. He keeps pushing me to go to her. His idea is for me to go to her and roar, “mate!”
The more I say no to myself and my wolf, the more I want to speak to her.
I meet dad, and we have brunch. We speak about the urgent matter regarding a deal with a neighboring pack and before we finish, his beta calls him. The look on his face tells me it is something serious.
I can’t tell dad. I won’t. If I do, I know he will announce
