Killian POV
Panic hits me so fast it knocks the air out of my lungs.
Where the hell could they be?
Paisley isn’t allowed to leave the recovery wing, and Estela would never risk taking her too far from medical care—would she?
Did someone take them? Were they abducted?
No... Estela wouldn’t run off with Paisley. She couldn’t.
But then again, she insisted I go home. She practically begged me.
My wolf claws at the surface, wild and restless, desperate to break free and track down my mate and daughter. I’m seconds away from shifting right here and tearing this hospital apart, when the elevator dings—and their scents hit me like a punch to the chest.
I bolt out of the room.
The silver doors slide open, and there they are—Estela, pushing Paisley in a wheelchair. The shock on their faces
