Magnus
Naomi gasps when her grandmother leans in to tell her the purpose of her visit. My mate looks at me and then at her grandmother. “How did you know?”
“Your mother told me, dear,” Abigail squeezes Naomi’s arm.
“Why don’t we go up to the apartment,” I suggest.
“That sounds lovely, Gamma,” Abigail waggles her eyebrows at me. “I knew you would make it big one of these days. Your father only saw the mischief you caused.”
I shudder slightly. “You weren’t around, Abigail. How did you know what I did?”
“Why, Maureen, of course. She told me everything that happened in that pack. My grandson got in trouble for burning the pack house down as well,” She laughs.
I cringe, and Abigail touches my arm. “I have moved past that.”
“Oh, I see that,” Abigail smirks.
I look at the guards who ar
