POV: Dinah
Leo is in much better spirits than usual, his small face flushed with color that hasn't been there for weeks, and he sits on the rug playing with a wooden wolf while listening to Jax tell tall tales about his border patrols with wide, believing eyes.
He stays downstairs for quite a while, soaking up the attention from his uncle and the ambient warmth of the pack, but eventually his eyelids start to droop and his scent turns slightly sour with exhaustion.
When it is finally time to take him back upstairs for his evening rest, he reaches his little hands toward me without hesitation, ignoring the Omega nurse who steps forward to take him.
"Mommy carry me," he says, his voice clear and demanding in the quiet room.
Isolde freezes in her high-backed chair, her teacup pausing hal
