*Matilda*
I love the scent of freshly turned earth, or I did before it began to remind me of Rexton. I shouldn't be so displeased with the man. He has managed within the space of a week to bring acceptance for Gina, and for that, I am grateful.
I had felt guilty that Gina's mating Season had begun with hardly any notice or fanfare, while I burst onto the scene like someone novel who should be embraced simply because of my uniqueness.
Being a she-wolf of the Western Lands made me intriguing, beautiful which made me acceptable to the gentlemen, an heiress who came with an immense dowry to be followed with an untold fortune that I would inherit upon my father’s death which made me alluring to every gentleman with an estate in need of upkeep.
I was as enamored of the high packs as Gina wa
