Ariel doesn’t come up once the dinner is served and Rafe scowls at her portion, growing cold on its plate.
God damn sisters. Why does she have to be so…willful, always pushing forward on her instincts, blurting things out or taking insane actions just because it “feels” right?
And what even is going on with her sudden complete trust of Tony? What the hell -
Inwardly, his wolf pauses Rafe’s train of thoughts by giving his heart a lazy nudge with his snout. She’s very rarely wrong, his wolf says, taking a deep, calm breath and letting his eyes drift shut. Just like mom. Stop getting so worked up about it and just trust her.
Even though he knows his wolf is right – that he should just trust Ariel and calm down - Rafe grits his teeth against this advice. Because…she’s his little sister.
