Axel nods slowly, something like relief flickering beneath the tension.
“I do want to do something for your father though,” I add, shifting slightly on the couch, “I don’t like seeing him disappear into that room.”
Atticus sighs softly. “Neither do we.”
Axel runs a hand through his hair, frustration threading through his expression. “We’ve already done something.”
I look at him. “What.”
“We hired a nurse,” Axel says, bracing himself for my reaction, “someone who specialises in this kind of thing.”
“In what kind of thing,” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“A wolf who’s lost their mate,” Atticus says gently.
The words sit wrong in my chest immediately.
“I don’t like that,” I say without hesitation.
Axel frowns. “Bella.”
“He used to be the most powerful wolf in this pa
