Jack was just unwrapping a set of cufflinks that read Dad when Callum silently slipped away from it all. He found an empty interrogation room down the hall and withdrew for a while.
Callum didn’t like being around Jack’s colleagues. They made him uneasy. Not because they were bad people, but because they were good cops. And Callum had been a good werewolf up until a couple of years ago. He had seen things, and done things, and all they probably had to do was match his DNA with some cold case evidence. He had to tread softly, if he didn’t want his life ruined. His life that was now Jack’s, too. His life that was now their baby’s, too.
It wasn’t him alone on the line anymore, and in moments like these, though scarce enough, it scared him to think of the damage he could do to Jack, if somet
