His Rejected Warrior Luna
Bria growled in my mind, and I exhaled sharply.
“When did you become a motivational coach, wolf,” I questioned her teasingly with my thoughts and she huffed back.
After we met with our children, Henry told them all to stay for supper.
I went out on the back porch to sit down, Remy and Linda joined me while the boys remained inside to share a bottle of liquor.
“So what was the king like and his home?” Linda inquired.
Sighing deeply, I said, “ King Aspen is a very handsome man with white silverish hair and black roots. He also has amazing ice-blue eyes, but his attitude and disposition are very ugly. The place is huge and typical for someone who is in that position.”