KADE
I looked at every camera. Counted them. Looked at the guns, counted those too. Looked at the men holding them and assessed each one in under three seconds the way my wolf had been training me to do since I was sixteen years old. Then I looked down at Cade.
His eyes were silver fire and his jaw was set and he was looking at the men around us with an expression that was entirely too old for his face. He was ready. His wolf was ready. He would have shifted right then and there if I had said the word and some savage, proud part of me loved him completely for it.
"Don't," I said quietly against his ear. "Not yet. I need you to trust Daddy right now. Can you do that?"
He looked at me. Those silver eyes, Sloane's face, my jaw. My son. "Yes, Daddy," he said. His arms tightened around my n
