IRIS
I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped through the front door. My wolf sensed it before my mind caught up.
Pup.
Iris was crouching in the middle of the room and in front of her were the unmistakable dark curls and bright eyes that belonged to Lily. My wolf groaned. Our little one came home.
Of course, she had. It had been three days since I had last visited my parents’ house. It had taken too long for me to see her and even the excuse I had given her that I had a sick friend over had not been enough.
Lily launched herself at me, and I caught her on instinct, but even then, my eyes stayed locked on Iris. Her expression shifted from shock, to confusion and finally betrayal. I had fuc.ked up. After the introductions, Lily finally noticed Iris again and looked between us c
