Tyrese
I felt more nervous than I had in a long time as I stood on John’s front porch. I wanted to project confidence as an alpha, but when it came to Malia, I was weak. I was grateful to know that John accepted me as her mate, but I was so anxious to know if Malia was a wolf or not. If she was, it would surely make everything easier. If she wasn’t, I’m sure my father and many pack members would be in an uproar, but in the end they would have to learn to accept her. She was my mate, and I wouldn’t have any other.
“Tyrese, come on in,” John nodded to me as he greeted me at the front door. I followed him into the house and we took a seat in his office. Old maps my father had given him in desperation to find Jordan were scattered all over his desk. Several X’s covered the maps to show all
