F E N R I R
The door clicked shut behind me, and I was alone in the room. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, the sound harsh. A son. A boy. An heir. The future of the pack.
I should have been happy. I should have been proud. But all I felt was a crushing, suffocating anger. An anger at her, for her weakness, for her indecision, for her refusal to accept the life we had created together. An anger at myself, for wanting her, for needing her, for letting her get under my skin. And anger at Barron, for making he think te worst of werewolves by how he treated her.
I was stupid for thinking she would ever accept my kind. That she would ever see me as nothing more than a monster. That she would ever be the mother my child needed.
I walked over to the small bar in the corner of
