Hardin’S POV

So, after bawling my eyes out in my mother’s arms a while ago, here I am, seated in my office, sipping a glass of…

Nope, it’s not whiskey, it’s apple juice this time around.

I’ve consumed to much alcohol these past days and I intend to limit it. It’s not too good for my liver and kidneys.

I just summoned Miguel, we need to plan on how to go out and find my mate tonight. I can’t let her spend a single night in another pack.

I don’t ...