The Apple and the Tree

Nick POV

My eyes would not leave the back of Richard's head. In another situation, he would've known I was watching him. His senses would've picked it up if they weren't clouded from touching Sara.I kept smoothing the child's back to calm my own rising temper. Different thoughts play in my mind as my gamma sped off from the little street. I imagine relieving him of those fingers with my claws. Without them, he would never think to touch her ever again, would he?

I take a deep breath to cool the rage inside me. These types of thoughts have no place in my head.

The child moved to free himself from my arms, and it occurred to me that I was holding him too tight. When I released him, he turned around to look back at the house he was leaving behind. Sebastian was still running towards our direction. Wait, is he chasing the car? I scoffed.

“We wait for gyanpa,” the child said in a soft voice.

“He’ll meet us soon," I replied gently.

“And mommy?”

I nodded. “Her, too.”

He seemed unconvinced.