*Brynn*

Clasping his hand firmly in both of her unbound hands, Brynn stared into the face of the mighty Alpha of the Dagrun Pack. Her grandfather. Though lined with age and strife, there were traces in that face she recognized: the gentle slope of the high cheekbones he gave her mother, the toasted brown eyes he gave to Brynn, and the tiny cleft in the chin shared by all three.

“I know this isn’t easy for you,” Cedric said with as much tenderness as Brynn thought him ...