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Meghan's POV.

The atmosphere inside the safe house had grown thick with tension. My wolf paced restlessly within me, its agitated energy radiating throughout my being. It was as if an invisible thread connected me to Lin, and that thread was tugging me relentlessly toward the door.

No matter how much I try to shake it off, it still lingered, getting heated right under my skin and making me even more restless.

Gently, I laid our sleeping baby on the bed, swaddled in the softest blankets. My gaze lingered on his innocent face, and for a moment, I brushed a gentle finger against his cheek. He was a precious reminder of our love, and my heart ached to hold him close.

Turning to Ethan, my seven-year-old son, I knelt before him, my hands on his small shoulders. "Ethan," I began, my voice gentle but firm, "Mommy needs to go out for a little while. I need you to be a big, brave boy and watch over your baby brother and Emily until I come back, okay?"

Ethan nodded, his wide eyes filled with det