The weeks that followed settled into a rhythm that felt almost surreal.
Leo was finally home for good. The mountain sanctuary had done its job perfectly — no one had been able to track him. Now he ran freely around the cabin clearing every morning, chasing butterflies and demanding “wolf rides” from the rogue Alphas. His laughter became the soundtrack of our days.
This particular afternoon was warm and golden. I sat on the porch steps with a mug of coffee, watching the scene unfold in front of me.
Ryker had Leo on his shoulders, walking slowly so the boy could pretend he was riding a motorcycle. Leo’s giggles echoed across the clearing as he made engine noises. Jax jogged beside them, giving dramatic commentary like a sports announcer. Kai was showing Leo how to balance on a log “like s
