“Um... hey.” “Hey, Leo,” Mom said, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Where is Lyanna?” I looked around the room, but she was nowhere to be seen. Mom motioned toward the staircase. “She mentioned she had a headache and went up to lay down.” I turned immediately, intending to head upstairs and see how she was doing. I only got a few steps toward the staircase before Mom called out to me. “Leo, we need to have a word.” I shut my eyes and exhaled slowly before turning back toward her. “What is it, Mother?” “Don't use that tone with me. Come over here and sit.” I knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. I’d been through these types of conversations my whole life. When I was a kid, it was usually about my grades, following the rules, or picking on my brothers. Now that I am an adult, it was typically about my personal life, my shop, pack business, or when I planned to settle down with a mate. These talks were never enjoyable, and I had a sinking feeling this one w
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