CHAPTER 32

KRISTINA'S POV

She was still shaking from the adrenaline rush.

I pulled her close again, letting the comforting embrace bring me back to reality. She seemed smaller than usual without her blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders and her hair mussed from sleep.

"Did you have a bad dream again?" I asked, brushing her hair back with one finger. She nodded silently. She didn't need to speak. I knew what she meant. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Her bottom lip trembled slightly, her mouth hanging slightly open. Her lower lip quivered and I held in a groan, waiting patiently for her to speak. She glanced up at me briefly and swallowed audibly.

Then, finally, she spoke in such a quiet voice that she barely got the words out. "Who is he?"

"Whom?"

She paused for a beat. "The Alpha of Crimson Snow Pack– our father." She whispered, looking down. "Or... your ex–"

I froze, staring at my child blankly for several seconds before responding. I cleared my throat and forced out a smile. "I d