WILLA
"Hi, Mommy. Daddy," Verah said, lifting her hand in a small, awkward wave toward the stern-looking man and woman standing before us.
Her parents.
Her father's hair was completely grey, his blue eyes identical to Verah's. Beyond that, they shared little resemblance. His face was weathered, his jaw strong and defined, the kind that probably turned heads in his younger years.
My gaze drifted over him before I could stop myself.
He was dressed simply in a white shirt and black jeans, nothing remarkable at first glance, yet the authority he carried was unmistakable.
He was an Alpha. The aura around him made that clear without needing confirmation.
It was the same overwhelming presence I had sensed from Kol.
I tore my eyes away and shifted my attention to the woman beside him.
Her arms were crossed, her posture rigid.
