The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Ethan

That night I lay awake in bed, replaying my conversation with Jane over and over in my head.

For the first time since I got my diagnosis, I feel like I have a purpose again. It’s taken me a while to reach this place, but Jane’s return made it only too clear that giving up and pushing my family away wasn’t working for anyone. What’s more, being paralyzed has finally given me the perspective to understand that there’s more than one kind of strength, and just because I can’t protect them with my wolf, it doesn’t mean I can’t care for them in other ways. Above all else, I’m realizing that my possessiveness and determination to make Jane mine again was never about her welfare, but satisfying my own ego and selfishness.

The wheels in my mind are turning swiftly now, overflowing with ideas for how to put my plan in motion. When I started making my list of goals, I intended to help Jane and impart lessons on my children in the brief time we have left together, but now I see that it doesnt have to stop there. Already my wolf feels calmer, less on edge and erratic. I’ve been flailing and drowning for more than a month now, holding onto everything I felt I was losing and letting the pain rip me apart. But it’s amazing how soothing it can be to simply let go.

I’m still lying there, staring at the ceiling fan when my door cracks open, and tiny footsteps cross my floor. Paisley’s sweet scent wafts over me, and the next thing I know her precious voice is whispering beside me. “Daddy, are you awake?”

I might be.” I tease, cracking one eye open. “But you shouldn’t be, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“Can I sleep with you?” She asks anxiously, almost as though she’s worried I’ll refuse her.

of course, angel.” I agree, lifting the covers for her to crawl onto the mattress next to me.

I’ ve missed you so much, Daddy.” She murmurs, snuggling her head against my chest. I don’t like the Dark Moon pack.”

“But aren’t you happy being with Mommy and your brothers and sister?” I press, guilt assailing me once more.

Paisley is quiet for a long moment. I loves them.”

She finally answers. “But I loves you too, and you’re all alones now. I don’ like it. Mommy has Ryder, and Parker and Riley… but without me you don’ have anyone.”

That was the point. I think wryly. If I’m alone I can’t hurt anyone.

It’s very sweet of you to worry about me, Princess.”

her soft hair. “But it’s a Daddy’s job to worry about his pups, not the other way around. As long as you’re happy, I’ll

my job to worry

a stern look. “We’ve always been together and you needs me.

for me.” Her green eyes are glowing up at me in the darkness, and I can’t help but wonder if our new baby will be as perfect as our first four. Will they still take after me, will they luck out and get even more of their mother’s genes? ‘Now I won’t lie and tell

asking you to make a sacrfice.” Paisley argues. “No one

if I wanted

of having a Mommy your whole life.” I remind her. It’s all you ever wanted, and I’ve always felt guilty that you had

thoughts that if I got a Mommy we’d all be together. No

sorry,” I sigh, hating to see my little

me the older you get. I could teach you how to be a pup, but she can teach you about being a woman.

woman for ages and ages!”

going to happen faster than you think,’munchkin.” I chuckle, tapping the end of her nose

never leaves me,but after you rescued

you, Paisley.” I inform her

with your Mommy, and I let you go because

what’s best

why are

she says it, she pushes at my side, and her small hands collide with the braces wrapped around my body. I’ve been sleeping in them out of fear that I’ll have to get up from bed in front of

my heart racing as I try not to panic. She can’t find out. If Paisley finds out it will only be a matter of time before the others do too, and then they’ll never

cured yet. I’m determined to fight,

it. She’s poking around the braces, feeling down my h!p and over my legs. “Daddy,

insist. Just something the

she pokes and prods, the more I can see her sharp mind putting the pieces together. You’ve been walking funny..” She muses, gnawing on her lower lip in precisely the same way Jane does when she’s thinking. “ And you wouldn’ skate

I try to command,

legs broken?” Paisley asks, looking up at