Amelia’s POV
When the girls and I arrived home, without their father, I put the exhausted children to bed and then stayed up waiting for Damien. I kept looking out the window, reliving the night’s events.
I didn’t think I could find sleep tonight even if I wanted to, with the weight of everything so heavily on my shoulders like it was. And I didn’t mean as the pack Luna.
I meant as a mother.
That little boy might have become the victim, but if the cake had been poisoned, that meant the intended targets had been one or both of my children.
I just couldn’t understand it, and it made me so terribly sad. Who would want to hurt children?
I struggled to even conceive of it.
The clock struck two am before Damien came in through the front door. I was still standing at the window, so it t
