Chapter 195: Stephen

I know yeh don’t love her like that. But yeh can wait and watch her put on yer ring. – Grams

Werewolf followed his wife, Charlotte, and kids along the forest foot path to the manor. He had thoroughly objected to being so far away. Moira told him that she would know if Nessie was in danger before he would.

Fiona gave them a cottage with a suite downstairs and kids rooms upstairs. The two sets of bunk beds in each room meant that all four kids had a top bunk. Fourteen-year-old Colton stopped on the trail and waited for his dad.

“What’s up?” Werewolf asked putting his arm around his son’s shoulders. It did not seem like that long ago that we were bringing him home from the hospital. Now he had a light five o’clock shadow.

“This is really cool, dad.” Colton said. “I’m glad we got to come.”

“You better thank Nessie. She insisted that you guys come.” He told his son as he scanned the car park for the Land Rover.

“She doesn’t seem very upset about her grandmother