Beck POV
I heard it from the trees.
I had followed them home after close, the way I had every night that week. I only meant to see the lights come on. The kitchen went bright, and then dark. The bedroom lamp came on upstairs.
Then I heard her laugh, low and soft, and the bed took their weight.
I knew what it was before the first sound she made.
The last time, I had lost my mind. I had howled under her window and thrown myself into her garbage like an animal, because I couldn't stand it.
I could have done it again. Every part of me wanted to. My wolf was already moving.
I held him.
It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I stood in the dark with all four legs locked and my teeth shut, and I held him. She had lit up for that boy in my bar tonight. She had waited over a year for hi
