*Seth*
“Not another word,” I tell the shifter girl before turning to my dad. “Have them begin to bring him out of sedation. We’ll question him now and then come back to her.”
Dad nods, and his eyes glass. Molly is too kind and did exactly as we expected her to. It was the right thing to do, but still, we now have an unknown shifter inside our safe bubble.
“I spelled the doors,” Molly tells me quietly, and my heart aches. I should have known she would, and I should have trusted that she would keep our kids safe.
I take her hand and tug her toward the house. She opens the door, and we enter, closing it behind us. Once we’re in our bedroom, she breaks down.
“I’m sorry,” she says, sitting on the bed. “I just couldn’t watch her like that.”
“I’m not mad, Love,” I tell her gently as
