The room they had made up for the child was tiny. Nothing but a bed with a tiny dresser in the corner. I scowled when I saw it, but didn’t make a scene. I was still annoyed with the looks I had been given ever since I walked out with the young wolf in my arms. With the advice they were all giving me and what they were saying, I had to do.
What I really needed was for the child to wake up and prove he wasn’t what they thought. But, he was clearly exhausted.
I gently settled his tiny body in the bed, but when I tried to move away, his hand fisted in my dress, and I couldn’t bear to part from him. Despite my stained skirts and my own exhaustion from the long ride both ways, I laid down beside him and let him curl against my side, giving him the comfort of my warmth.
“Are you planning on
