Estela’s POV
Paisley is curled against her father’s side, her small head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his deep, steady breaths. I must not have looked closely when I peeked into the nursery, but then again, it’s hard to tell one pup from another when they’re all tangled together in sleep. Not to mention, my entire being is currently consumed by fire.
I step back, closing the door with a soft click. There’s only one force on Earth stronger than the primal instincts of my heat, and that’s the maternal drive to put my pup’s needs above my own. Slipping down the hallway, I grapple with what to do with myself. I’ve never faced a heat alone. It always came when I was with Killian, and even after I became his captive, only he could soothe me.
My wolf needed to be claimed—by hi
