Wesley smiled and looked out at the ocean. “Well, I wasn’t always the powerful Alpha Wesley,” he said lightly.
Despite the light tone of his voice, Winter noticed an introspective look on his face. His comment made her wonder about his background. She was curious, but did not want to be rude by asking. After all, they did not know each other all that well.
“My mother died when I was only three,” Wesley said suddenly, his gaze still focused on the ocean, with a faraway look in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” Winter said. “That must have been horrible.”
He nodded. “My father got married to my stepmother to maintain our pack’s strength. She was the daughter of a powerful Alpha.”
“Was she good to you?” Winter asked. It must have been tough, losing his mother only for her to be replaced right aw
