Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

The man is considerate, and nice, and in a way he reminds her of Kove. He’d always been polite to her, prior to her heat, and made her feel as comfortable as possible. Until he’d gotten what he wanted, she supposes, and even then she’d taken them out from under him. Her children grow each day without a father but she prefers the alternative, with other men in their life as better role models and a family that loves them.
 
Steele’s curiosity continues, asking questions about her pack. She glances back, trying to determine if he has motive or if he’s truly invested. Her brows knit together and she forces to look away, to pay attention where she is going. “My family,” she tells him, slowly coming to a stop when the ground turns from rocky to hardened soil.