Graeme stood with his arms crossed, spatula in one hand, when his son told them who the future Luna of their pack was. And suddenly he felt very, very old.
"What?" He heard his mate gasp and saw her hands fly up over her mouth in surprise.
"I found a portal to Gray Vale on the night of the blood moon. I scented her, and I followed it, and I ended up there," he explained.
Graeme clenched his teeth. Zagan. Fucking Zagan again. Why was the Goddess insisting on entangling this vampire—or ex-vampire—in Graeme's life? He was responsible for killing his parents, for imprisoning the pack's alyko for YEARS, and now that he had been redeemed and was living a human life, his half-vampire daughter was the future Luna of Graeme's pack.
It did not sit well. It did not sit well at all.
"You have been in GRAY VALE this whole time?" August asked. "With vampires?"
"Well, most of the time," Theo said. "The past few days I have been down south."
