MARAT
Maybe envy wasn’t the right emotion in this instance.
I thought of all the trouble this little one would bring my brother, and I grinned. The Dark Wolf would be completely gray before she turned three.
Not that he was the wolf with either of his girls. Those two females of his had the power to turn him into a puppy.
Would wonders never cease?
And fuck, there he was again. That goddamn green motherfucker on my shoulder.
Still, I was glad I was Michaela’s uncle and not her father. I’d be terrible at parenthood. I was absolutely certain about that. But I could be a fun uncle to my niece and whatever other kids joined Adrik’s brood.
I already spoiled Michaela rotten to hear Sofia tell it. My pretty little niece knew just how to capture my attention, as well as everyone else’s. She was not a whiner, not a crier, but she could wrap me around her chubby little finger with barely a murmur.
Sweet little thing. Precious. Lucky, lucky Adrik to have such a beautiful family.