Clara still felt that she was living in a dream. Until recently she had only had her puppy by her side and she did not complain about it, although inside her there was still an empty space that could only be filled by those to whom she belonged. But to be at the same table with her son and one of her mates, after five years and that there was no hint of threat was something that had her at ease.

He had always thought that of the two twins Dixon was the more intransigent. Apparently he had been wrong. The wolf was calmly sitting across from the puppy. There was no hostility coming out of his body, not from his pheromones, not from the way he acted and certainly not when he looked at him. It was as if he had accepted it. Something that was not very common in males.

-Mother- his clothes were tugged off. Her son looked curiously at the wolf in front of him and spoke in a whisper, something that didn't work given the fine hearing of the two adults- I want to be this big in the future- he c