Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

Her hiss of words stirred a rumble in his chest—his only hope that Mae was distracted enough in the moment to not read in to the words and tones conveyed right before her. 

A felon? Or like I can’t trust myself alone with you because of what I would do to you in this very moment of my daughter wasn’t an arms length away? If she wanted blunt—she would receive it. 

His eyes fell upon the way she chewed on her lip—the inhale of breath it stirred from him. The hint of a whine from her lips—a sentiment she shared that he felt perhaps under any other circumstance she wouldn’t have murmured to him. When I say be safe… it’s because this pack needs you, Wren, he offered, his words a hush—holding back that really, he meant she should also be careful from him.