Warner's POV
Arlene lies curled on the bed, finally allowing herself rest for the first time since we arrived here. Nicholson sits beside her with the tablet balanced on her crossed legs, absently stroking her mother's hair with gentle fingers. In the corner, Rockford has created his own fortress of pillows, scribbling away in his notebook with penmanship that puts mine to shame.
Discovering the identity of Arlene's mother has rendered me completely silent. Had she been raised within their pack, they would have executed me the moment I stepped foot near their precious princess. The tale of the missing pup before Alpha Sandy could claim her destined mate Dimitri Edward echoes in my mind.
