A WEEK LATER
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
Terrence was babbling nonsense in the sling against my chest, kicking his little feet like he was trying to fly. The sun felt good today, for once. The village smelled like apples, smoke, and wildflowers. For the first time in weeks, I didn't feel like I had to hold my breath every second. Then I saw them. Jaxon, Michael, near the stalls, standing together like a damn painting. And her. The woman.
She had red hair like spilled wine and a body that moved like she knew eyes followed her. Every word she spoke made Jaxon grin, made Michael tilt his head, and made laugh. That low, rough laugh he used to save for me. My feet slowed. My heart didn't. I shifted Terrence instinctively, pulling him closer like he needed protection, from what, I didn't know. My pride, maybe.
"Not many Lycan omegas out here. I thought I was the only one."She said and grinned.
