Carter’s little voice echoes in my head:“Woof protect me…I protect Momma…My Woof.”
The words settle into my bones like they were always there. Claire stares at me with wide, trembling eyes.Tears spill down her cheeks again—quiet, panicked, overwhelmed.
I stand. Gently pass Carter from one arm to the other—And reach for her without thinking.She caves into me instantly.Her hands fist in my shirt. Her forehead presses to my chest. Her body shakes with silent sobs.I wrap one arm around her back, holding her and Carter both. “Hey. Claire. Sweetheart—breathe.”
“I can’t—Draven—I can’t—”Her voice fractures.
“You can.”I stroke her hair.“You’re safe. You’re here. I’ve got you.”
Her knees buckle and I guide her down to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping Carter perched on my hip, keeping one arm
