~ Adeline ~

Father's jaw opens, but his words are slow in coming. He moves uncomfortably in his seat, the leather groaning under his weight, and his turbulent gray eyes—mirrors of mine—flutter with a sensation I seem unable to identify. Is it appellative hesitation? A moment of repentence? No, that would never be possible for Alpha Morris, the indomitable leader who's consistently placed the needs of the Pack above all else—yes, above his very own kin. He clears his throat once more, a ...