#Chapter 437 – The Duke’s Arrival

Just past midnight, Rafe stands with his adult family on the roof of the palace, everyone’s face turned up to the sky and towards the steady pounding of chopper blades they can barely hear in the distance. A steady hum of excitement runs between them all. Roger and Cora in particular stand with their expressions rapt, his arms around her shoulders, her leaning against his chest. But still, despite his excitement to see his cousin – his best friend – Rafe’s wolf keeps nipping at him inside, urging him to go back downstairs, to find the human girl, to grab her and mark her immediately. Rafe growls a little, the sound rumbling in his throat, frustrated with his wolf for being so ridiculous and impractical. Ariel said it was like this but god – he didn’t realize how annoying it would be. “You okay, baby?” Ella asks, reaching up and brushing her fingertips against her eldest son’s short dark hair. “You haven’t been…yourself today.” Rafe glances to the side to see his mother looking