The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
I saw someone who had made a terrible choice and was trying, in whatever way she could, to make amends for it.
"Of course," I said softly. "They should know about their heritage."
Perla smiled, but before she could respond, the door opened without warning.
Ares stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his silver eyes were sharp and calculating.
"Perla," Ares said, his voice calm but edged with something dangerous. "I need to speak with you about the ritual preparations. Now."
"Of course," she said, smoothing her dress. "I was just checking on Yara and the children."