His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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I smiled down at him, my heart swelling with love. His wolf ears were the cutest thing about him, a constant reminder of the bond between us. He wiggled in his chair as I placed his meal in front of him, and he immediately began reaching for his spoon, eager to dig in. Sitting down across from him, I watched as he ate, his little face lighting up with joy at every bite. It was moments like this that made everything worthwhile-the quiet, simple moments where we could just be together, mother and child, in perfect harmony. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Issca. He had been a constant presence in our lives these past few years, helping me take care of things with the PACK while I figured out how to move forward.

"Ready?" Issca asked as I opened the door. His familiar smile made everything feel a little easier.

I nodded and scooped up my son, securing him in his car seat. He looked up at Issca with a wide grin. "Uncle Issca!" he chirped, his wolf ears twitching in excitement.

Issca laughed, reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair. "He's getting bigger every time I see him."

We climbed into the car, and as we pulled away from the house, Issca glanced at my son in the rearview mirror. "He really does look like-

"Don't," I interrupted, my voice firm but not unkind. I knew where he was going with th

sentence, and I wasn't ready to hear it.

We drove on in peaceful quiet, the future ahead

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in his seat, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. No matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together-stronger than

as mother and child and between our wolves, felt unbreakable. Whatever the future held, we

windows overlooked the city below, and for a moment, I allowed myself to take in the view. It was a symbol of our new beginning. My pack had officially split from Issca's, and while the decision was not made lightly, I knew it was the

meeting, kiddo. We'll go to the playground after," I promised, crouching down to his level. I observed everything with a quiet intensity, my eyes calm and focused on Cyrus. He looked so much like Oliver-my oldest son-with his wide, gentle eyes and kind features, a

a young age, Cyrus rarely showed his emotions, and I couldn't help but notice how much he resembled someone else, someone who had

me, smiled warmly.

I nodded. "Too fast."

leader, a female alpha-strong, capable, and valiant. There were no more doubts, no more second-guessing myself. The pack needed me, and I was

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I said, straightening up and looking

leaning against the doorframe. "Of course. I've got it under control. I'll make sure Cyrus

before stepping into the meeting room. Inside, the members of my pack were waiting, their conversations hushed as I entered. They turned to face me with respect, and