Two Years Later
“No hitting Jermy! Mommy, Jermy’s hitting!”
“Jerome, Fecelia,” Phoebe shook her head. “Be nice to each other.”
My precious little darlings.
She sighed, leaning back in her chair, picking up the book she had been reading. A smile warmed her already glowing expression, but there was also a note of sadness in her gaze.
Two years ago, she died giving birth to her twins. Only by sacrificing her wolf was she able to return. The pain of her loss had dulled over time, but it continued to ache and probably always would, especially in quiet moments when she could almost hear what her wolf would say. But Phoebe refused to allow herself to become bitter. It was not just her sacrifice. It was also Máni’s. They chose to part so their mate and pups wouldn’t be alone.
Since her reco
