He turned his attention to Sam, who was pacing around the room, scowling and mumbling at the shabbiness and lack of anything that denoted children actually existed here. If Sam had claws and fangs, they’d be out right now. The thought comforted Vaughn in a way he didn’t quite understand. An alpha’s mate, Vaughn’s mate, would be just that fierce and strong. Sam was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
