Alaric’s POV
I stare at Cara, simultaneously blindsided and stunned by her words. How can this be?
Our children are alive? Ethan and Mia are our children?
“But they seem so much younger,” I say. “Mia is so small…”
“They were premature,” Cara explains. “Some of the trauma from the accident affected them physically. Mia, unfortunately, suffers from a lowered immune system. She is often sick, many times with illness and weakness the doctors here can’t even properly diagnose.
Cara asked me for help protecting the children. She didn’t need to do this. Even now, I feel my protective instincts nearly overwhelm me.
Our children. Alive. Safe.
Well, in danger. But they will be safe now. I will settle for nothing less.
Cara. Ethan. Mia. My family.
Within me, my wolf finally stirs, as if ye
