Tyler
She returned to her home to find her mother Ophelia prowling around the house waiting for her.
“What?” Tyler asked as her mother stood before her.
“Which bloody pack is that wolf you’re sleeping with from, or are you sleeping with many?”
Tyler glared at her mother. “It’s just one, and what’s the big deal?”
“You shouldn’t just go sleeping with any old wolf, why won’t you settle down and wait until your Goddess-Gifted comes along?”
“Mother, it’s a bit late for that now, isn’t it?” she waved her hand at her neck and her mark scar, “I had a Mate, he’s dead now. So why can’t I enjoy the company of another? I’m not some prude like you turned into. And don’t even try and tell me any differently; You were 17 when you had me.”
“I’m aware of that fact, Tyler, I’m also aware of the conse
