Gift from the Goddess (James POV)

“Haven’t seen that face in person in a hot minute,” my grandfather entered my office without a knock.

“I’ve been a bit preoccupied as of late.”

My grandfather was a workhorse, which meant I was supposed to inherit those genes. Where he was obsessive about the job, I was obsessive about a certain woman who’d taken over my every thought.

“Wooing that gem of a wife you’ve got,” he winked, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows and gazing out over the city, “At least I hope so.” He tossed a look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the rising sun.

I’d gotten here early in hopes that I’d get out of here early, but it seems I underestimated the amount of paperwork that I’d neglected over the past few weeks.

“I took her to Blackwood.”

I heard my grandfather audibly swallow, “And why’d you go and do that?”

Anger bubbled beneath my skin. My grandfather has good intentions, but his distance from the werewolf world is just pathetic. Sure, he’s created something beautiful