Garrett’s POV
I didn't wait for my car. I didn't wait for my guards or anything. I just tore off my suit jacket, shifted into my wolf and ran.
I ran faster than I ever have.
“He is YOUR son”
My son. Jasmine is alive.
A part of my mind thought hat it had to be a cruel joke. Was Fred playing some twisted mind game with me? Was he trying to mock my grief? But deep down in my soul, I felt it.
The intelligent and innocent little boy I met just yesterday is my son.
Goddess above, he's mine.
When I finally reached the cottage the front door was open. I walked in but I was surrounded by terror and banging of Jasmine's door.
I've already experienced losing her and the only thing running in my mind was losing her yet again and I couldn't left that happened which is why I broke through the
