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When I moved to hug Cyrus, pulling When I moved to hug Cyrus, pulling him close to me, I felt it again-a strange g him close to me, I felt it again—a strange warmth in the air. I could sense Carlos's happiness, his quiet approval of the way I had handled Nathan. It was almost as if I could feel his emotions radiating through the space between us. It was odd, but strangely comforting at the same time. That's when Tina's voice broke through the air. "Why is Carlos so happy?" she asked loudly, her tone curious but sharp.

I blinked, confused. "Who are you talking to?" I asked, turning to look at her.

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head toward Carlos, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. "I'm asking Carlos's wolf."

I stared at her, completely taken aback. "What do you mean, his wolf?"

Tina looked at me like I was missing something obvious. "I mean his wolf. It's our mind link."

I felt my stomach flip. Mind link? My heart began to race as the realization dawned on me. Carlos's wolf had a connection with mine? When had that happened? I hadn't felt it before-at least not consciously. And yet, now that she mentioned it, it made perfect sense. I had been feeling his emotions, his reactions, without even realizing it.

"When... when did this happen?" I asked, my voice shaky as I tried to process everything.

Tina shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I'm not sure exactly. But the connection between your wolves must've deepened recently. It's strong enough that I can feel his emotions."

mind was spinning. I had only slept with Carlos once, and I had

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like this. A deep, strong connection between our wolves? How could I have

could dwell on it further, I turned my attention back to Cyrus. "Come on, sweetheart,"

his little hands moving with precision and confidence. He was only a little over two years old, but already, his intelligence was astounding. His high

to his name on the board. His tail wagged with excitement,

so smart, Cyrus," I said, feeling a surge of pride. But even as I praised his intelligence, I couldn't help but remind myself of something more important. "But remember, sweetheart, being smart isn't everything. What matters most is that you're happy and healthy." Cyrus nodded, though I knew he didn't fully grasp what I meant. To him, the world was still an exciting place full of puzzles and games, and I couldn't blame him for focusing on the joy

there-the teachers were wonderful, and the other kids had welcomed

and feel safe. Seeing the joy in his eyes when he talked

rise, I moved quietly through

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routine was calming, grounding in a way, as I flipped

was something peaceful about the simplicity of it, a contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts that usually occupied my mind. Here, in this moment, it was just me and Cyrus-no business deals, no complications, just the warmth of

sat at the table, legs swinging back and forth as he watched me

of energy in the mornings, always ready to face the day with excitement and wonder. His small hands played with the edge of the table, and a soft hum escaped him as he waited