Wanda
"Wait! What? Your father helped to wipe out your entire pack?" I almost shouted as my brain started working again.
Gideon just nodded grimly.
"'Why?" I asked, the questions all questions.
Gideon sighed and took his hand off my knee to run it over his face.
He shifted so that he was leaning his back against the head of the bed. His legs were stretched out and one of his hands was around my waist. With one arm, he lifted me onto his lap so that I could rest my head on his shoulder. My legs almost reached the end of the bed, so I pulled them up a little.
Gideon's arm was firmly around my back and his other hand was on my face. To a stranger, we must have looked like lovers. It had to be a difficult topic for him. Because of the mate-bond and our physical closeness, Gideon's tight
