Chapter Thirty-Eight

Roan If Roan hadn’t promised Sullen that he wouldn’t kick Whitney out, he would have already done it. He’d never had a shewolf, or wolf, defy him so openly. Did she truly think that Sullen was in on it, or was it jealousy? He had no idea, but before it all ended, he’d make sure Whitney was in her place. Roan and Sullen walked over to his dad’s house for dinner, because they needed to run some wedding planning ideas by Roan. Sullen sighed when they made it onto the porch, and Roan stopped her, putting his hands on each side of her face. “Just ignore your mother’s pettiness, Sullen.” Sullen placed her palms on the outside of his. “I think my mother knows so much more than she is saying, and it’s rubbing me the wrong way, Roan. My wolf is antsy, and it’s making me crazy.” “I understand. But we’ll get through this together. It’s just a meal, and we have the excuse of the upcoming meeting tonight if we need to leave.” “That’s not for hours, Roan.” “They don’t know that. They aren