Ava's POV
I lowered my gaze so Jasper would not see the storm in my eyes.
“We will talk tomorrow,” I said quietly. “You should get some sleep tonight.”
Jasper looked like he wanted to ask more questions. But before he could speak again, I started humming.
Then singing. The lullaby slipped out softly, the way it always had. It was a song I had learned years ago… in prison.
Back then, the nights had been long and cold, full of restless wolves pacing inside their cages. Someone in the cell next to mine had sung it one night, her voice gentle but carrying a sadness that never quite faded.
I had learned it quickly. And strangely enough… it had stayed with me. The melody floated through the room, low and soothing.
Jasper’s small body slowly relaxed under the blankets. His breathing evened
