Fight like a mother
The little girl ran out of the shop doorway with tears streaming down her face and dark curls bouncing with each step, running straight into the woman's arms like she was the only safe place in the world.
"Mama, I was so scared!" The child buried her face against the woman's stomach, her small hands gripping the fabric of her mother's shirt.
Dynan couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except stare at the little girl who had his eyes and his nose and his scent mixed with her mothers.
His wolf was howling inside him, demanding answers and action, but his body felt like it had been turned to stone.
The woman looked up and their eyes. And lo and behold, it was Daggy Johns.