"They won't stay long, son," my father soothed. The irises of his Wolf shown in his eyes, the beast directing communicating comfort to mine. There was also a promise of violent protection behind his fierce stare. No question of loyalty in his rigid stance. At any cost, the beast would stand by his son to protect what was ours.

His words helped. My Wolf still didn't like the presence of so many males, but he trusted our father Wolf. His anxiety eased a little.

"We know you don't want to be gone ...