“You need to calm down, brother,” King Maxon said, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder.
They were down on the training fields watching the teens, with and without wolves, train.
Wes watched his girls as they kicked a*s. Farrah was faster than Dawn in her movements, but Dawn was fierce and precise. Even at the age of fourteen, he could see the potential of how they would be when they got their wolves.
He loved to watch them. When he was a child, before he even knew what a mate was, he claimed these girls as his. They were his best friends, his playmates as children. They told each other secrets. They played hide and seek, and practiced tracking. They were only two and a half years younger than he was.
When they were babies, they had silver hair and ice blue eyes like their mother
