Rose’s face fell, her eyes full of confusion and sadness. It made my chest ache to know I was the one causing it. I immediately wished I could take it all back, too late though!
“What makes you think the boy is yours?” Her eyes were desperately searching mine for answers, none of which I had.
“Nothing specific, he just looks around five years old. It would work out time wise…” I trailed off, mostly because I didn’t want Rose to hear any unnecessary information.
“He could be anyone’s though Dylan, right? I mean, aren’t wolves amorous and sleep around a lot? What makes you think that he’s yours, or if he is even her son?”
I thought about what she said and realised she was right. There was no evidence to suggest the child was mine, not yet anyway. Maybe I had jumped to conclu
