ALPHA BRAHAM'S POV
After breakfast, which I'd cooked while Millie watched like she couldn't quite believe an Alpha knew his way around a stove, Leo disappeared upstairs and came back with paper and colored pencils.
"The dragon!" he announced, spreading everything on the coffee table.
We gathered around as he drew with surprising skill for a three-year-old. The shapes were crude but recognizable…a small human figure that looked weak and helpless. Then, beside it, something larger. A figure that looked like a wild dog.
Or...
My blood went cold.
That wasn't just any creature. The proportions, the stance, the way he'd drawn the features…
It was a wolf.
"That's very good, baby," Millie said, but her voice was tight. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the edge of the table.
"The
