A Night for Wolves

Yardley had returned to the Sinclair family home.

He felt deeply ashamed–but life outside hadn’t been kind either.

Pure Peart

When he finally got a moment alone with Tessa, his tone softened. “Tessa, I really know I was wrong. If you want Sinclair Corp, it’s yours. I’ll stay home and take care of your grandfather from now on.”

Tessa gave no response.

No matter what, he was still her father. But not a single word that came out of his mouth could be trusted.

“You don’t need to say all this to me,” she replied. Words meant nothing compared to actions.

“Tessa, I truly regret everything. All I want now is for the family to be peaceful. That’s all.”

she heard him, then turned

He wasn’t much of a talker, and he had little to say to the

him idly. “So, Avery, how did you and our Tessa meet?” He’d just done a quick search–turns out

started a band together. She was our drummer! Grandpa,

The old man frowned.

to play the drums? He had no idea. But then

best.

Eve, Lila, as the female alpha, had been busy in the kitchen

of mulled wine–steeped with laurel leaves, it was a wolf clan tradition believed to ward off winter’s chill and strengthen the bonds

raised his glass

together like this. A lot has happened these past few years, but I believe things will get better. Let’s protect each other,

followed suit, clearing

dub

now on.” He glanced briefly at

the long table, smile lines deepening at the corners of his eyes. For wolf clans, Christmas Eve

of mistakes, as

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