All the rest of the day, I try and repeatedly fail to convince Mack to let me call off this fight before it ends in his death, but Mack is gentle but firm. He refuses to be convinced of anything.

The only things he wants to talk about are the plans for the nursery and what I want to eat for lunch and dinner.

The hours tick by far faster than I want them to, and as the sky darkens, his pack arrives, Bennett included. As I pace the kitchen, they sit eating Chinese takeout at the dining table ...