(Almira’s POV)
Looking at my kids, I can't help but feel my heart breaking for their fate they didn't ask for.
They are peacefully sleeping on the bed, unaware of what's about to come to them. They have no idea about how dangerous it is to have the power they have at such a young age.
They should be learning like any other werewolves their age.
It wasn't right for them to experience this too soon.
“Hgmmhh…” Asher whispered in his sleep. I gently brush his hair with my fingers to soothe him.
Rich told me about their nightmares. It’s been happening since I was gone, being present for someone else’s pack’s to save their lives, only to find out that my own kids are needing my help. They were slowly withering, and I was too busy on the other side of the world to even notice it happening.
