Mate? Or Die!
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” she snapped, raising her voice. “You no longer find time to visit your own mate. It’s like you have given up on her.”
“I have a pack to lead,” I said stoically. “I have responsibilities, Evelyn. And your mother— “ My words missed their mark by a split second and I struggled for control. “She’s not waking up.”
Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes but she still glared at me angry. “Do you know how hard it is? What is it like to grow up without a mother, and with a father who is too preoccupied, or simply oblivious, to care?“