Claire’s POV
With my arm around his, Ivan led me on a small walk around the pack house building, a place that had come to be my home. Tonight was the anniversary of the day I officially joined the Night Mountain Pack, which Ivan and I typically quietly celebrated in a way similar to this. A glass of champagne or a bit of cake, a walk, a few words of gratitude.
While I was still incredibly grateful to Ivan for all he has done for me, and grateful to the pack at large for being so accepting and kind, I wasn’t feeling particularly celebratory this evening.
So much had been happening. Some of it was good, like having my son here with me, but even that happiness was tainted by the circumstances that Leo was only here to save his life. A lot of people were out there who wanted him dead, or at
