Mor stares at me and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of rising to whatever she’s looking for right now.
Mor and Mort grew up alongside me, both of them siblings I didn't have, but which I needed especially after the death of my parents.
Mor should be my Beta. She’s the only child of her parents, my father’s Beta and his mate, but she refused. She insisted she had a brother who could do the job two times better.
Still, sometimes she comes in like this, to interfere in my life and the pack. That’s why we all love her.
“Tell me what exactly is happening between you and this stranger.”
Her tone is cold and she says the last word with a note of disgust. I respond before I can stop myself, “She’s not a stranger.”
Mor chuckles and it’s without mirth. There’s not a tone of warmth in the sound she makes, instead her tone dips even lower and colder as she goes on, “Isn’t she?
What do we know about her, Raiden?”
”She’s not dangerous.”, Mor scoffs at my response and settles into the se
