Leah Carter’s Point of View
Briggs’s words hit harder than any wolf’s claw.
“This child’s energy… it isn’t entirely human.”
The world seemed to lurch sideways. My chest went tight. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head as though denial could scrub his words from the air. “No, you’re wrong.”
But Emma whimpered softly in my lap, her skin burning beneath my palms, sweat beading on her small brow. Too hot. Too fast.
Damien crouched on the other side of her, his face pale. “What the hell is he talking about, Leah? What does that mean?” His voice cracked, sharp with fear, but beneath it lay something else, accusation.
I didn’t answer him. Couldn’t. My eyes locked on Briggs instead. “She’s human,” I insisted, desperate. “She’s mine. She’s human.”
Briggs’s lined face softened with pity, but he
