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I don’t want to be the sort of father he was—a man who abandoned one of his sons and drove the other one insane. I wouldn’t be capable of that today, obviously, but there was a time when Gregor wasn’t capable of being what he became, either.

“When you loved him, he was good. But then he changed and threw everyone who loved him away. What if I go down the same path? Am I even capable of being a good father when I have Redwolf blood in me?”

“Of course. You are more than capable.” Her answer came so quickly and decisively that I almost believed her. “You’ve done what even I thought was impossible: merge two packs with decades of hate and tragedy between them without a war. You chose to rehabilitate those feral children rather than kill them, even though killing them would be easier. You have lived your life making tough choices that anyone else would have crumbled in the face of.”

“But not all of those decisions were right.”

“That’s okay. No one is perfect, baby.”

She squeezed my shoulde