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.”

acknowledging she heard him,

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

Tessa meet?” He’d just done a quick search–turns out this

our drummer! Grandpa, you’ve probably never seen her behind a drum kit, huh? She’s

The old man frowned.

how to play the drums? He had no idea.

best.

kitchen with the staff all afternoon. At exactly six o’clock, the Sinclair family sat

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

as alpha, raised

has come together like this. A lot has happened these past few years, but I believe things will

and Yardley followed suit, clearing his throat

dub

distance from now on.” He glanced briefly at Tessa, something uneasy flashing

at the family gathered at the long table, smile lines deepening at the corners of his eyes. For wolf clans, Christmas Eve was more than a holiday–it

than his share of mistakes, as a father,

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