The Alpha's Orphaned Mate
"Please come in, and excuse the mess."
We walked inside and followed Russ into a small living room. Every flat surface was cluttered with blocks of wood, chisels, and other tools and the floor was dusted with wood shavings. It was a little messy, but it smelled wonderful. I sat in an armchair and Val sat beside Russ on the couch. He handed the book to him.
Russ looked the page over fondly. "Oh, it's a little out of date, but it looks accurate," he said. "Well, who's got the unique name?"