Ava’s POV
Steve's revelation hit me right in the gut, solidifying the most horrifying nightmare I'd ever imagined. My thoughts flashed back to the last time I'd held my triplets—those tiny, squirming fingers, their giggles ringing in my ears. My throat constricted, my pulse hammering so fiercely it felt like it might explode. I clutched at Steve's arm, my nails digging into his skin. "Tell me this isn't happening, Steve! Tell me it's some twisted goddamn illusion!” I cried out, my words ragged and shaky.
He clamped his palm over my mouth in a flash, his eyes bulging, darting wildly around the shadowy courtyard like danger was lurking just out of sight. "Quiet, Ava, keep it down," he breathed, his tone commanding yet hushed. My inner wolf was boiling with fury, itching to unleash, but I r
