Noah and Alexander left the packhouse together, with Jonas following closely behind them like a shadow. His steps were steady, his eyes always scanning the surroundings as if danger might appear at any second.
Noah glanced back at him and remembered clearly—Jonas was the same rogue who once carried Alexander and almost gave him to the vampire if they weren't stopped. Now, he was walking behind them as a warrior of the pack, wearing a mask over his face.
Noah then turned his gaze to his son. Alexander was unusually quiet. His little hand was holding tightly to Noah’s, but his lips were pressed together as if he didn’t want to speak. Noah understood right away. Alexander didn’t recognize Jonas because of the mask, and the boy seemed unsure or even a little afraid.
Noah gently squeezed his
