This is about sons and their father.
“I’ll stay here,” I say quietly, stopping just short of following them.
Axel turns back to me, concern flickering through his grief. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, meeting his eyes steadily. “He needs you. I’ll be fine.”
He hesitates for a heartbeat, then nods, reaching out to brush his fingers against my hand before he and Atticus disappear down the hall together, the door to Alpha David’s room closing softly behind them.
The packhouse feels too large suddenly.
I sit on the edge of the couch, hands clasped together, listening to the low hum of the building around me, the distant footsteps of guards, the quiet murmur of wolves who don’t yet know what’s coming. Nurse Amy lingers for a moment, watching me with quiet concern.
“You don’t have to be al
