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I couldn’t help but feel like I’d just won an argument.
We padded down the stairs together, and I stepped into my sandals before grabbing my car’s keys off the hook by the door.
I fought the urge to stroke them. It had been so damn long since I’d been able to drive my baby.
I growled at me, and I shot him an exasperated look. He grabbed a set of keys off a box sitting on the kitchen countertop.
Oh.
Lucas probably needed a car seat, which I obviously didn’t have.
Right.
“Thanks.” I grabbed them from his mouth, and he brushed his side up against my leg lightly in response.
After I blew out the candle, I strode out of the house—and halted when I saw the monstrous truck in the driveway.
It looked expensive.
Nope, I was not driving that thing. Not even maybe.
I unlocked it, then wrestled with the buckle on the car seat for a few minutes as I fought to figure out how it worked. When I finally understood it, I hauled the thing into the house and then into the garage, where I battled with it until I finally had it buckled into my car.
Stepping back with a proud huff, I surveyed my work.
Perfect.
…Probably.
I let the wolf into the car, then hung Kai’s keys on the hook before grabbing my pink crossbody bag and heading out.
There was a kid to rescue.
I pulledup to the park five minutes later, and eyed the many parents with suspicion.
Most of them were in pairs. It was late afternoon on a Friday, so I supposed that made sense, but it still made me feel outnumbered.
It didn’t help that they were all werewolves.
Or that I didn’t know what Kai’s kid even looked like.
My gaze moved to the playground. I saw one little wolf with curly gray fur sitting on his own in the sand, as far away from the others as he could be. The other five of them were playing with a ball, rolling it down a slide to each other and running around together.
The lone wolf had his little head resting on his paws.
He looked…
Sad.
Even as my heart broke a little, something told me that was Kai’s son.
Wolf-Kai snarled when he saw what I’d seen. I lifted a hand to his head and stroked his fur a few times, hoping to calm him down.
“Let me talk to the other parents. I can be a real bitch sometimes,” I told him.
He snapped his teeth at me, but I’d already realized that was just his way of telling me he wasn’t happy with me.
“Seriously. Go snuggle your kid, and I’ll guilt-trip their asses.”
