Warner's POV
I clear my throat, fighting to suppress the growl building in my chest as my wolf claws to break free. He wants to greet his mate, maybe show her that declaring love for another man while standing this close to us isn't the wisest move. It's been ages since I've had to wrestle with him like this. He went silent eighteen months after I left Arlene behind, but now he's raging harder than ever.
"Mommy, you owe three dollars to the swear jar," Rockford pipes up after a moment of silence. Arlene laughs softly, flipping down the mirror to fix her appearance before turning toward the kids.
"You're absolutely right," she admits with a grin.
"Potty mouth, Mommy," Nicholson giggles from her car seat.
"Where are we headed?" Rockford asks with curiosity.
"We're going to meet Warner's mother," Arlene explains, glancing at me for confirmation.
"How come?" Nicholson questions.
"Because she's incredibly excited to meet both of you," I respond, my voice steadying.
