Sarah's POV
I kept stroking Thea's hair, waiting for her answer.
The silence stretched just long enough to make me second-guess whether I should have asked at all.
Maybe it was unfair, burdening a child with questions I barely had the courage to face myself. Still, my chest tightened with anticipation, every second feeling heavier than the last.
She finally blinked up at me, her expression innocent but thoughtful. “There are lots of pretty she-wolves who come to see Uncle Alex, you know,” she said matter-of-factly.
I froze, my fingers still tangled in her soft curls.
She wasn't done. With the brutal honesty only a child could possess, she added, "Uncle Alex even sleeps in the same room with them!"
"What?" I choked on my own saliva, barely able to process what I was h
