The medical office in Denver still echoed with the surprising news of the triplets as Dr. Ben Wilson filled out a prescription for me. Watching his handwriting, I tried to come to terms with the fact that I would soon be responsible for three little lives. Ben handed me the paper, and with a kind smile, he expressed his desire to see me frequently, considering the twin pregnancy.“Entering the sixteenth week without monitoring... it's important to be under constant observation,”
Life in Denver with Constance became an intense period of learning for me. Day after day, she dedicated herself to teaching me everything she could about the human world. Reading and writing became constant allies, as well as the basic notions of how human society functioned.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, but the light atmosphere was quickly replaced by tension as Constance appeared, her gaze reflecting concern. I continued stirring the spoon in the oatmeal pot, watching her approach.
Upon opening the door, I came face to face with Ulrich. His copper eyes stared at me, as piercing as ever. His smile was defiant, as if he knew something I had yet to discover. Ulrich, the beta of the pack, the right-hand man of Alpha Alastair. Tall and muscular in his human form, an intimidating figure carrying the marks of lupine battles.Ulrich turned to me, his copper eyes locked onto mine. His smile was a silent challenge, and I didn't back down from his confident expres
Constance emerged, carrying a tray filled with food, utensils, and a cup of tea specially prepared for me. She suggested that I sit, and I did so, still keeping my eyes fixed on Ulrich.He broke the silence by casually aski
I crossed the border between Denver and the unknown, the forest giving way to open fields and deserted roads. My wolf senses were alert, every sound and scent shaping my path. Seattle became my goal, a distant refuge where I could start anew, away from the shadows of the past.
SIX YEARS LATER...Hunter flared his nostrils in anger, his expression hardened. His rage and pride quickly resurfaced. In a fit of fury, Hunter delivered a painful slap to my face, the impact echoing in the room.
The dawn light crept through the cracks in the curtain, illuminating the guest room of the cabin where I had spent the night awake. The future of my children would be decided on that day, ironically and cruelly, on their birthday.