He was in trouble. Griffin could tell from the way his mother just kept walking without looking back, clearly expecting them to follow. So he walked closer to Violet and nudged her. "What's going on?"
"She found out," Violet replied, her voice low, conscious of Arion, who had turned to look at them. He had probably picked up on their conversation with his wolf senses, considering there was still some distance between them. He walked side by side with his wife, who wasn't speaking to him either.
"Found out what?" Griffin whispered now, noticing that his father was listening too.
"About us. All of us. I think." Violet sighed. "Caroline no doubt painted me as the whore." There was bitterness in her tone. Elsie's mother was a petty wench.
"Oh," was all Griffin said, the truth sinking in.
Still, he reached out and squeezed her hand. "Don't worry about my mother. She might seem tough on the outside, but she's soft and sweet as crab meat inside," he said with confidence.
