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“She’s a werewolf,” Officer Daniels confirms. As he leans forward, I see the name“Patrick” engraved on his badge, not having noticed that earlier in my distress. He and his twin are young, maybe around my age, and quite handsome. You know, if you find a man in uniform attractive. They’re both built very strongly with broad shoulders and thick thighs.
Is that largeness a werewolf trait?
They both have easy smiles and calming personalities. It feels unnatural for them to be this identical. I wonder if their badges are a standard part of the uniform or if it was implemented specifically for these carbon copies.
Their poor… werewolf mother.
“And you’re not surprised,” I say, my tone still devoid of any emotion.
“No, Maia, we’re not.” I’m watching Phoebe, so not sure which of the twins replied since their voices are just as identical as their physical selves, but it makes no difference either way. Their answer is unwelcome.
“And why is that?” I ask, but I already know the answer. They’re just like her—like my daughter.
“Because we’re werewolves, too, remember?”
I nod quietly. I can feel the burning in the back of my throat, the sting in my eyes, but I shove those emotions down. I will not lose it again.
Werewolves are real. My daughter is one.
This is my new reality.
“So what happens now?” I ask, grateful my heart rate has remained steady despite my unease. I don’t want these men hearing my heart rate and thinking I’m weak. “What do I do the next time my daughter turns into a… into a werewolf?”
The twins share a look, and Garrett moves closer. He offers me my child, and I don’t hesitate in snatching her—you know, as gently as possible so that she doesn’t get hurt. She’s content as she comes into my arms, and I wonder how different she is from a human baby.
Can she smell me better? Can she see me better? Hear me better?
No, Maia, this isn’t the Little Red Riding Hood, for fuck’s sake.
She’s not going to eat you.
I unlatch my top, not caring about either police officer as I feed my nipple to her. She’s resistant at first, not because she doesn’t want it, but because she’s still learning how to feed and her latching technique is still a little slow.
As soon as she latches, I can feel the relief in my tits, and I cuddle her in close. I didn’t know I needed this, but having her back in my arms, cuddling close, soothes the pain I felt about losing her. I thought she was gone, that someone took her from me, but she wasn’t.
She was here the whole time. She was acting on instinct, but I didn’t know.
My baby is a werewolf… and I have no idea how to help her.
With a sigh, I look back up at the men. Garrett is on the other side of the coffee table, and Patrick’s on my side, just hovering. They seem a little unsure, but they most definitely have themselves together more than I do.
“This is above our pay grade, little mama,” Patrick says. I frown at the moniker and ask him who could tell me about this then. “Werewolves operate in packs of, well, other werewolves. We have leaders—our alphas and our luna. They’ll be the ones that can help you.”
“Alphas, plural?” That’s not something I’m used to hearing. Animals in the wild have one alpha, right?
Garrett nods. “Yes. Some packs may just have one, but for us here, we’ve got three.”
My frown deepens. “That makes no sense. How can you have three alphas but only one luna? Are they all equal to each other in terms of power?”
In the wild, there is only one alpha, and the same occurs in romance books.
You know, the kind of books that I used to believe were fiction.
“That is another thing above our pay grade,” Patrick says with a genuine laugh. “But our luna is going to be able to help guide you.”
“And why would she do that? What’s in it for her?”
“A few things, actually. The first is that, technically, your daughter is a rogue, and that’s a dangerous thing to be in this world. By taking you and her in and providing guidance, we’re eliminating that threat,” Garrett says.
