152. How, Diedre?

It was still dark when he stopped the car outside the packhouse and mindlinked Dylan to help Layla with Hope and their bags.

Guilt was eating him up. His heart raced, and Cain howled loudly in his head. Diedre was the closest thing to a mother that they had. He’d seen how bad she had been; he shouldn’t have left her. She should have been surrounded by the people she loved the most.

Dylan came out of the house just as he ran up the front steps.

"She's in the kitchen," Dylan said.

He stopped and looked at his Beta with a questioning frown. Why would Diedre be in the kitchen when she was so unwell?

Dylan let out a breath and continued down the steps without saying anything else.

He walked into the house slowly and listened. The house was empty except for the young orphans who couldn't shift yet. And Diedre was in the kitchen.

He followed her scent mixed with the smell of baking down the hall. He could hear humming...

When he pushed the kitchen door open slowly, the humming f