Jeremy’s POV
Mumbling under my breath, I leave my mother’s place, annoyed, heading back to the rental property. I step onto the gravel path leading to Wang’s rental, the sound crisp beneath my shoes, too loud for a place meant to feel hidden. The pack grounds stretch wide and quiet around us, green and orderly, security layered so thick it feels impenetrable.
I replay Claire’s quiet words that she didn’t know I heard- because why would she think I have werewolf superhearing? She loves me. She loves my son. My heart bubbles with joy at that truth, and I bask in that wonderment for a bit before getting back into lawyer-mode.
The moment Mr. Wang's door opens, I am flooded with relief at first because his old smell is back. He’s healed nicely. The sharp medicinal tang is gone, the fear-swea
