Grayson’sPOV

"You want to thank me?" His voice is low. Dangerous. "For finally getting to meet my grandchildren? For holding them for the first time when they're already five years old?"

I say nothing. There's nothing to say.

"I've been in this pack for fifty years," he continues. Voice shaking. "Loyal. Obedient. When you exiled my daughter, I stood silent. I didn't search for her. When my mate---my MATE---grieved every day for our missing ...