Sarah's POV
I stared at my phone, the text message from Nate making my pulse quicken:
*Landing at 10AM tomorrow. Be there to pick me up. We have much to discuss about your recent... activities. - N*
Nate Santos. Alpha of the Coastal Crescent Pack in Portugal, Aria and I met him during a short vacation.
He'd become a trusted friend, though his intentions had always been transparent – he wanted more than friendship, something I couldn't give.
"Who's that, Mommy?" Aria asked, peering curiously at my phone.
I quickly locked the screen. "Just a friend from Portugal, sweetie. Remember Alpha Nate? He's coming to visit."
Her face brightened. "The one who gave me the pretty shells? Is he bringing more?"
"Maybe," I said, forcing a smile while my mind raced. Why was he here?
