"Let's go. My parents are probably waiting for us, but I wanted to warn you, they don't look like what they see in Gavril," Ryker told me. "But I still respect them because they are my parents."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything against them, but I won't guarantee that they insult you or compare you again with Gavril," I reminded him.
Ryker chuckled.
"You are scary; you know that?"
"Oh yeah. I have been called a lot of times with that adjective word," I wink at him before hopping in his car.
Bloodmoon pack has their packhouse, but the old Alpha and Luna moved out from it, and currently, they live in a small cozy house on the outskirts of the pack territory, and it was a thirty-minute drive from the packhouse.
Ryker knocks on the door.
"Jane! Someone is knocking. That must be Ryker and his mate. Open it!" An old male voice can be heard inside the house.
The door suddenly opened, and our smiling faces met Jane's.
