Damien POV
“I’d rather have you checked over.”
Dominique had been stuck in damp, cold places for days. Dehydration alone could be a problem, and I wasn’t taking chances.
“The first car’s ready!” Théo calls from the bus shelter.
I lift Dominique into my arms.
My son.
The thought hits harder than I expect. The weight of him against my chest brings a strange calm, something steady settling inside me.
I walk them both to the car and carefully place Dominique into the back seat.
“Get him to the pack hospital,” I order Théo. “I’ll deal with the mess here.”
“The police” Aurélie starts, standing between the open door and the seat.
“I’ll handle it,” I cut in firmly. “I’ll meet you back at my pack. Don’t stop. I’ll be right behind you.”
In the human world, I have contingencies. Contacts.
