Leigh
They sat for lunch, and she watched as her father and his new Mate finally strolled in. He had Samira on his arm already as she walked next to him. They looked like a Luna and an Alpha as they walked. She also noted that they weren’t his own clothes that he was wearing. He was bigger than everyone else here, though the shorts which he was wearing fitted his waist easily. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, and she knew it was because nothing but his own clothes would fit that chest of his.
She could see the filigree on his neck, looked at it and smiled at all the pretty leaves it consisted of, also saw that her mother's old mark-scar was untouched. Samira had not marked over the top of it, though that could be just that a wolf’s bite was different to a bear’s bite. It was right there
