I shuddered as the door slammed shut. I sat there, weeping profusely.
“What have I gotten myself into?” I thought to myself as I instantly began to regret not listening to Raphael when he tried to talk me out of leaving the pack on my own in search of my son.
At least I would have been safe, and maybe my son would have been found. But I acted the way any mother would have acted. I couldn't just sit back, watch, wait, and do nothing when his father was out with another woman and her child, leaving his own blood in the hands of strangers.
But now things have spiralled out of control.
Maybe my son had probably been found, or maybe he was still missing, I didn't know.
To make matters worse, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t confirm if he had been found or not because I was now in b*****e i
