Lowell’s heart pounds louder than the rustling of the leaves. The air feels heavier, colder, filled with a tension that squeezes his chest tight. He smells her before he sees her — her scent sharp, twisted with desperation and triumph.
Melissa walked out of nowhere among the chaos.
She steps out slowly, her hands trembling but steady enough to hold the dagger against the soft skin of his son’s neck.
Lowell’s breath catches. His mind refuses to believe what his eyes are seeing. His boy — his little boy — trapped in the arms of a woman he once trusted. The knife glints under the faint moonlight.
He turns sharply at his Beta Nathan, even though he had Stephen pinned on the ground on the ground, he knows he can’t do anything as long as they have the child.
His men were all stunned.
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