Chapter 47

• Fang's POV
• We sat in Tate's living room, the air thick with unspoken words.
• Cal, our pup ran around, excited about having to use his legs. He had just begun to walk a month ago just before he turned one. It was a slow development for a wolf, and I had feared he had turned out weak like his mother. Wolves normally walk around by 8 months. But seeing him run around and jump made me realise I was wrong. I didn't know the reason for the delay, but I sure knew he was very strong. I felt eyes watching me, and I turned to see Asona looking at me, admiration in her eyes. I looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the warmth building up in my chest.