95. Repressed

“How are you feeling about today?” Mummo questions, when I walk into the kitchen looking for some juice with Gunnar in my arms.

“I’m excited, I can feel how excited everyone in Wolf Creek is for tonight,” I admit, grabbing the juice, for Mummo to grab the bottle from my hand as she has a glass already on the counter.

“He is so precious; you did an excellent job with your pups. Of course, Wolf Creek is excited, you’re their Alpha, and you have changed their lives for the better. I’ve never seen Wolf Creek prosper so well, nor have I seen a pack where there are so little domestic issues among mates,” Mummo admits, pouring me a glass of juice when I look back hearing Roan fussing behind me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, watching Jonathan bringing our daughter whose face is bright red nearly matching her hair.

“Oh, she thinks she is starving, and I apparently don’t have the goods,” Jonathan explains making Mummo laugh quietly, and I nod, knowing the twins aren’t due to be nursed.

“I just nur