“Mama?”
Her three-year-old son’s small voice echoed through the quiet den, warm and full of innocent curiosity.
Kathy turned, her heart softening instantly at the sight of her little boy.
Her son. Her light. The love of her life.
She once believed she understood what love was when she met Michael. He had been everything to her—her partner, her protector, her heart’s deepest longing. But the day Leo came into the world, crying and tiny and perfect, Roselyn realized she’d only just begun to understand love. There was nothing—absolutely nothing—she wouldn’t do for him.
“Yes, Leo?” She replied, kneeling to meet his bright amber eyes. “Mama is busy today getting ready for the mating ball, okay? So I need you to be a very good boy.”
Leo gave her a proud nod, hugging his stuffed wolf to his
