Lydia POV
*warning. Topics of mental health*
Looking at the little pups sleeping in their cribs set up beside me and my mates bed for the night at the Night Wing pack made me feel restless. There was a deafening silence that followed me and my mates all day. Marc was able to worm right up to the boys. Taking fatherhood in stride. He seemed to know what the boys needed before they even needed to call out to someone.
Eric was depressed wallowing in self pity. It made me angry that despite knowing that Yara didn’t cheat on us, the fact that he didn’t know and was able to forgive her so easily was maddening. I hugged my knees closer to my chest at the end of the bed stroking the soft hairs from baby Willem’s face. Looking over my soldiers at my sleeping mates in the bed I frowned at them.
