Thaddeus’ POV

A knock comes to my door, not long after I have sent a guard to get my mate and her grandfathers. I call out, “Come in,” waiting for the three werewolves to come into my study. I get a bit nervous, knowing that I will be in a room, almost completely alone with my little mate. I shake it off as the door opens, not wanting her grandfathers to see me semi-vulnerable. They file into the room, standing in front of my desk in a line, Rosette in between the two older ...