Jericho’s father called him into the study. Jericho sat in the chair across from the imposing desk and waited while his father seated himself and steepled his hands. “Son, I know you’ve waited a long time to find this girl,” he said carefully. Jericho could only nod in agreement.
“I’m happy for you. There is no greater joy than finding your mate. But Rico — you have to know, this girl is not fit to be your Luna.”
Jericho stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“She is weak in every way. Physically, mentally, emotionally — she is completely ignorant of our ways and our culture. She doesn’t shift, she may not even have an inner wolf. How can such a broken girl be the caretaker of our pack?”
Jericho suppressed the urge to growl at his father. Had it been anyone else — anyone other than his father
