When Duarte came into the bedroom where she had been feeding Ethienne while Shaun-Douglas had played and even napped with them during the day, she could sense that something was wrong. The way he stormed in at a run, the way his eyes flashed hard, solid gold, the tenseness in his body as he stalked towards her, ignoring the children as if they weren’t there.
“Duarte? What’s wrong?”
“Why the hell is it that I’m smelling another male on you?! Where the f**k has that rogue wolf gone too? And don’t fuckin tell me you don’t know, because we both damn well know it’s a LIE!” His voice rose a pitch at the last, sending true shivers of fear down her spine.
Turning to the little boy who had risen from where he had again been playing with fear in his eyes, she picked the baby up and motioned him c
