His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves book 2)
“Nolan asked.
Niall smiled down at his seven year old son, seeing his wife’s eyes looking up at him. It took monumental effort not to scoop up his son and hug him tight, never wanting to let go. When they’d lost Emma, Nolan had been a baby.
Even almost seven years later, Niall still missed her like it was yesterday.
“Don’t you want to spend the weekend with your old man?”
Nolan rolled his eyes. “Me and grandpa are going to campout and fish and grandma is coming along to make sure we don’t get into trouble.
Besides, you have to work while Uncle Zay spends the weekend with Cora.”
“Grab your bag. I’m assuming you packed enough for the entire weekend?”
Nolan nodded, showing Niall that his backpack was indeed bulging. “I’m ready when you are, Dad.”
Grabbing his son up and over his shoulder, they headed to his bike parked out in front of their log home. Being the alpha of the Mystic Wolves, he had prime position at the end of the cul-de-sac, each home having anywhere from one to three acres, or more.
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