Killian's POV
It takes nearly an hour to soothe Paisley to sleep for her nap, her tiny body wracked with distress at the thought of losing one of us. I feel like an absolute monster. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the other pups now see me as a villain, my daughter’s raw pain is tearing me apart.
When I finally get Paisley settled, I find Estella in the kitchen, stirring vegetables in a pan, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey,” I murmur, reaching for her arm. “What’s wrong?”
She jumps, startled, then turns to me, hastily wiping her tears. “Hey,” she chokes out, her voice thick. “Sorry, I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to apologize for crying,” I say softly. “And you’re clearly not fine.”
“I am,” she insists, pulling out of my reach with stubborn defiance. “It’s just… harder th
