#Chapter 47: Mentor

Grace The coverage of the Winter Moon Festival had done more for my image among the pack than I had imagined. I don’t know who Eason talked to among the journalists who had covered the event, but I was a little nervous that Charles might actually try to poach him from the pack. Maybe I should just make him my beta and say to hell with the pack’s expectations. My phone chimed with an alarm, and grinned as I heard the car pulling up outside. I pulled on my coat and walked out as the car came to a stop. A few moments later, my mentor stepped out dressed in warm, expensive-looking clothes and pursing her lips. “The things I do for sentimental reasons.” I embraced her, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you so much for coming.” She sighed and embraced me gently. “Don’t make me regret having faith in you a second time.” I nodded and pulled back. “Let me get your bags.” I got them out of the trunk, ignoring the bittersweet feeling of having her here. With her arrival, I hoped that the