AT ROWEN'S PACK

Raphael's POV

Echo could barely keep up with the back-and-forth questions Rowen kept pushing on me. She was groaning in pain while my son stirred awake from the noise.

Rowen was playing with my son while pointing a gun at his mother.

"What do you want, Rowen?"

"Shhhh, the baby is sleeping now." He rocked the child softly, warmth radiating from his hands. I had never seen that side of him before.

My chest tightened watching the display of fatherhood I was ...