Bec’s P.O.V.
“Good morning.” Archer hummed at me, his body firmly pressed into my back, as his breath tickled the skin on my neck and shoulder. It was still early in the morning. And none of us felt too keen on getting up already, to face the outside world. Inside our bedroom, inside our bed, we were living inside our own little bubble of safety. And for now, everything outside that bedroom walls scared the hell out of me, to be honest. Tim might be dead, done and dealt with, but we were still waiting for a wizard or an elder to take care of Trevor, and then there was still the news about the man who lived inside this pack, who seemed to look like he could be my own father. I sighed deeply, as Doctor David’s words ran through my mind, over and over again.
What if it isn’t him?
What if h
