The Broken Warrior's Daughter
“I missed you, too.”
I lean in, nuzzling her ear. “Maybe you can show me how much you missed me after we put a certain someone to bed.”
She reaches up, nipping at my ear. “Deal!”
With that promise, I turn back to my daughter. “So, what are you building over here.”
My daughter shows me her packhouse, having miniatures of Andra and Donovan. I notice there is now a baby wolf too. “Who is this?”
“That’s my wolf, daddy.”