Ethan
Rubbing my fingers through my hair, I contemplate speaking with my mother. She’s better at this mate thing than I am. She’s managed to put up with my father for thirty years, so she could have an idea on how to get Fiona back on my side.
However, she’s always been a Lycan, so she may not have too much insight on a human and Lycan couple.
“Maybe you could speak to Mr. Denton. His wife is human,” my wolf says contemplatively. “I’ve always liked her.”
I chuckle at his soft tone. It’s true, though. Anytime we were around Mrs. Denton, my wolf would calm down and grow soft, like a puppy who turns over when they want their belly scratched. I guess he has a soft spot for human women, or at least for her, and now, for Fiona.
“Maybe I’ll link him in the morning,” I tell him, washing t
