The floorboards of the porch groaned a little under the weight of Theon's shoes. He hesitated at the threshold, his hand hovering over the doorknob. The thought of being intimidated by a small woman who was also human baffled him. He prided himself on his poise, his ability to command boardrooms and navigate the complexities of his pack's business, yet here he was, sweating through his polo shirt. He quickly chalked it up to the undeniable fact that she was his mate's mother and he absolutely needed her to approve of him.
