Ava's POV
The question came out small, almost fragile.
My wolf answered before I even had to think. “I saved you because you’re my son.”
The truth sat between us. “Even if you don’t see me as your mom,” I continued quietly, “I can’t just stand there and watch you get hurt.”
I shrugged lightly. “That’s it.”
There was nothing more, nothing less.
I lifted the orange slices from my book and placed them carefully on the bed beside me before opening the book again.
“I know you’re only here out of duty,” I added without looking up. “You’ve done what you needed to do.”
I flipped the page. “You can go now.”
The room filled with the quiet rustle of paper.
For a few seconds, Jasper didn’t move. Then his scent exploded with frustration.
I heard him snatch the orange from the bed.
“Fine!” h
