’Tis your own fault for being so tantalizing.” she ogled him as he 
washed thoroughly. early on, she’d warned him that his family could smell 
her on him.
“you’re the one insisting that we keep this secret. If I could tell 
my da—”
“No! That’s not possible.” she paled beneath those tinted cheeks. 
“They will never accept what’s between us.”
“Then I must be there for chores.” He had work to do at sunrise, and 
his twin brother, Munro, was already suspicious of Will’s sneaking away 
late every other night.
“you come from one of the richest families in the land—the sentinels, 
for gods’ sakes—and still your father makes you work like a serf?”
“Da believes it builds character,” Will said, pulling his tunic over his 
head. The garment was tight, hugging his chest and arms. He and his 
twin were both growing like weeds, too fast for the harried seamstress at 
Conall.
He gazed at his own reflection and ran a hand over his lean face. Still no 
whiskers though?
“ah, Dùghlas Macrieve, the great lord of Conall, says it builds character? your father is mistaken—your character is already built! and finely 
too. you are a man in your own right.”
“I know I’m a man,” he averred, while thinking, I might no’ yet be a man.
Nay, of course he was. Whenever Will and ruelle quarreled, he comprehended that he was truly maturing—a grown lykae. adults bickered; 
they had concerns and cares that the young did not.
yet if he was grown, why couldn’t he satisfy her? a flare of anger took 
him by surprise. “If you have call to criticize my da, you should do it the 
lykae way: to his face.” as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted 
them. Her species was made to love, never to fight.
The idea of ruelle openly criticizing someone so much stronger was 
laughable.
as if on cue, her gray eyes misted with tears. she even cried prettily. 
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“you know I cannot do that, can never show my face to them. They will 
kill me, just for what I am.”
His parents wouldn’t necessarily welcome her into the pack with open 
arms, but surely ruelle exaggerated about their reaction. “No lykae 
would ever harm another’s mate. We revere matehood above all things.”
“What if they don’t believe what we know to be true?” she pulled the 
silk covers over her breasts defensively. “Why do you continue to argue 
with me?”
“Because keeping this secret for so long sits ill.” lately it’d been weighing on him more and more, but he’d at least wait until after his mam gave 
birth to her bairn before revealing his secret. she was a couple of months 
along, just starting to show. Her “three braw lads”—as she called her 
husband, Will, and Munro—all sensed she carried a daughter and were 
ecstatic about the fact. Mam wanted to call her Isla.
a wee lass to spoil? even now Will’s lips curled with anticipation. He 
and Munro could scarcely wait until she was old enough to learn how to 
hunt, to fish.
aye, his family needed no tumult now. Best to get back. He quickly 
donned his boots. “We’ll speak of this in the future.”
“No, we will not.” Her gray eyes flickered to jade green, usually the only 
sign that her emotions were running high. “If you can’t respect my wishes 
in something so important, then do not return for four nights.”
Will froze. The fire in the hearth crackled. The wind whipped snow 
against the windows. “you doona mean it.”
“I do.”

   

Сверхъестественный ребенок, не знающий об своих способностях, и отец, который состоит в тайной организации по борьбе с такими существами. Те, кто смотрел "Героев" меня поймут)