Macon Forrester

I’d been to New York a few times. But always for pack business. This time, I was there with my mate to protect her. Stranger still, she had brought her best friend and mom. Who both kept watching me the whole time on the way there.

“What?” I glared.

Serena looked at the two women. “Why do you two look like you’re planning something?”

Eden smirked. “Oh, I was just wondering what the sleeping arrangements were.” ...