*Jared*

“You were right, Miriam wants us to get married,” I said to Eliza, looping my arm through hers.

We walked through the main street of the pack village, arm in arm.

“I told you so.”

“Yes. By now, I should know to trust you.” I kissed her cheek quickly.

Even though she was tired a lot, I tried to make sure she got out for a walk every day. It was good for the baby.

“Have you thought about it at all?” I ...