AIDEN POV
Control was a funny thing.
People thought being in control meant being calm.
It didn’t.
Calm was easy when nothing was burning. Calm was what idiots praised because they had never stood inside a nightmare with twenty-six traumatized women, seven newborns, a facility full of hybrids, a mate hunting somewhere deeper in the dark, and a wolf who still would not answer.
So no, I wasn’t calm.
Not a f*****g bit.
I was trying to get my s**t together and barely managing to keep enough control to breathe.
Control was standing at the nursery door with blood drying under my nails, rage chewing through my ribs, and still keeping my voice low enough not to scare the women trying to rest behind me.
Control was counting exits while my chest tried to cave in.
Control was not punching th
