Savannah
We walked back to the cabin in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. I still couldn’t make sense of it all. How could my father have royal werewolf blood flowing through his veins, but at the same time, hate werewolves to the point he killed his own mate? It all seemed so damn bizarre.
As soon as we got inside, Jameson grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the couch with him, then he plopped down, pulling me onto his lap at the same time. With his arms wrapped around me, he nuzzled his face against the side of my neck and mumbled, “I knew there was something extremely special about you.”
“What’s special about me? So what, I have royal blood? It’s also the same blood of cowards and a merciless killer. How can this be a good thing? What am I supposed to do w
