Lulu

I pushed Elijah’s pram along the path through the hydrangea garden. My heart soared with pure happiness as I watched the little pup stretch out his tiny hands, trying to catch a blue butterfly that was flying low.

He was just over a month old, yet his tiny wolf fangs pressed gently against his bottom lip as he let out adorable little babbles.

"You will grow into a very strong wolf, my little prince," I whispered softly, leaning down slightly to adjust his soft woollen blanket.

After the ...