Naomi POV
Today has been a very bad day.
It started before the sun came up. Alex cried out in the dark. His voice was small and raspy. I ran to his room and found him sitting up in bed, tears streaming down his face.
"My tummy hurts," he whimpered.
I touched his forehead. It was hot. Too hot.
"Shh, little one. I am here."
I spent the whole night rocking him. His body was warm against my chest. His wolf, Moon, was pressed between us. He coughed. He sniffled. He could not get comfortable.
Now the sun is up, but Alex is still fussy. Whiny. He does not want to eat. He does not want to play. He just wants to be held.
I hold him. I do not mind. His small fingers grip my shirt. His head rests on my shoulder.
"Naomi," he whispers, "sing the wolf song."
I sing. My voice is tired, but I si
