IRIS’ POV:
I can’t sit idly by and do nothing. The thought echoes in my mind as I venture deeper into the forest, determined to ensure their safety. Mason's silent plea for me to stay put rings in my ears, but I know myself too well—I can't simply stay behind. How could I? MAson could be hurt. Each crack of a twig behind me only urges me to quicken my pace.
This whole situation is still surreal to me, something out of a fairy tale that you wouldn't believe until you saw it with your own eyes. And even though I’ve seen it with my own eyes; I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. But I don't have the luxury of choice; I'm a mother to a werewolf now.
My feet lead me back to the scene of the attack. Adrenaline courses through me, but fear isn't what I feel. Taking cover behind a tree, I caut
