Anders lets us into their room and Clint walks me to sit on the love seat next to Calista. Clint sits beside me and Anders bring him a glass of amber liquid that smells like bourbon. Clint downs it in one go. I look at Calista and she looks at me. We both know we aren’t going to like this news. “J
A week after we laid Luna Estella to rest, Calista gave birth to their son, Rik. Anders and Calista allowed Lily and I to be there immediately after the birth. Lily went straight to Calista, hugging her while she laid on the bed, holding her child. I gave Anders a slap in the shoulder and hugged my
One night, as we lay in bed, Lily moves around as usual trying to find a comfortable position. She keeps rubbing her stomach and pulling my hand over her to calm Cara, since our little girl is especially responsive to me and Donovan. When that doesn’t help, I move down, letting Donovan come forward.
As easy as my pregnancy was, adjusting to having a baby has been difficult for me. It’s supposed to be easy, right? Everyone says it comes naturally. Well, I’m here to tell you, it doesn’t always come naturally. Like latching on to my breast. Cara is supposed to have some instinct to latch on and my
When we get back to the packhouse, I rush to take Cara from Calista. Maybe it’s true what they say, that I just needed to relax. Or maybe I just needed my mate, but whatever it is, everything finally begins to connect between me and Cara and I can finally just enjoy my daughter. Clint and I get bac
My girls are the highlight of my life. There is nothing better than having the two of them in my arms together. Some nights, like tonight, I come into our room and my mate and my daughter are on the floor playing together. They are playing with blocks and building what looks like a packhouse and pa
One night, not long after Cara’s 5th birthday, I’m in our room, cleaning up while Donovan takes Cara for a run. Suddenly, I feel a presence and I whip around, ready to fight, my claws coming out. As soon as I see the woman, I gasp and my claws recede. She’s beautiful, almost glowing. She’s wearing
“He will be injured.” I cut her off. “He can survive anything. He’s so strong. So much stronger than I am. He will be okay.” “Are you sure Lily? It means you will never be able to hold your daughter again.” She says to me kindly. “Maybe it makes me selfish, but without Clint, I wouldn’t survive,