Emma sighed in utmost relish for the umpteenth time as she bit into the last pancake in her plate, an act which caused a smile to sneak up on Melvina's lips, even as she thought on the short but impacting events of the early wees of the morning.
Her mind hadn't been at rest, especially over the issue, that her son had died in the two occasions that the redhead had seen him in her dream, and he had died while saving the human too. She had been wondering and considering letting her mate know that the redheaded human was his son's mate. But she knew that it will complicate the issue more further.
If her mate knows, she knew that he wouldn't let the human be the Luna of his pack which he had spent much of his years grooming and protecting from the evil shackles of his elder brother; and so might force his son to get married to his beta's daughter, Claire, which she doesn't trust one bit, or rather he would send the human away.
