ALAINA’S POV

“Mom, my painting won first prize. I drew you and Uncle.”

“Mom, they asked me why I don’t have a dad…”

“Mom, when can you come home?”

Those innocent words echoed in my mind over and over again. Elijah always said Liam was far too sensible for his age. But his sensibility… was what broke my heart the most.

Now, he lay in my arms. I could feel his small wolf spirit curled protectively around mine. “Mom, don’t cry. We still have Uncle Elijah,” he whispered.

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