A child needs a father; a son needs a father. Please Bethany?” I realise my voice has turned to begging, but I just don’t care anymore. I have no need for pride if I don’t have my son.
I know I have other children to worry about, but Deacon is my first born, and our future Alpha; it’s in his blood. It’s who he is!
I am a father and I will do anything in my power, fight anything and anybody for the safety and lives of my children.
Bethany pulls me from my internal monologue, “how- what- how would it work?”
I cringe at the prospect of putting her through a potentially painful and highly risky procedure for my grandchild and her in order to save my son, but I push past it, “we have a midwifery specialist within the pack who can perform the procedure… it would be along the lines of an amni
