Jasper’s POVThe night had been restless. Liam’s words earlier still echoed in my head, and maybe he had voiced what ’d been too afraid to admit. He wanted his mother back, and deep down, I wanted her too. My wolf, Jacob, had been nagging me for days, pushing, growling, restless before, and now quiet, motionless, and dumb, until I couldn’t take it anymore.So that morning, I finally asked Liam straight out.“Liam,” I said, watching him carefully, “are you willing to go back to the Silvermoon pack to get your mom?”He looked at me, his young face caught between hope and fear. Then he nodded, firm. “Yes. I want her back.”Something heavy lifted from my chest. At least I wasn’t the only one thinking it.Before we could even start planning, though, Amelia noticed us packing. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, brows pinched.“Where are you two going?” she asked, her voice sharp.I shot Liam a quick look, raising my eyebrows, trying to tell him don’t say anything. But the boy
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