Chase's POV:
The look in her eyes burned into my memory as I walked away. Fear. Pure, unbridled fear. It wasn't just the realization of what I was—of what we were—but also the weight of everything else between us. I'd seen that look before in others, back when I'd first started hunting rogue vampires. But seeing it in her eyes? That gutted me.
I had a long way to go.
I stepped into the shadows of the alley, leaning heavily against the cold brick wall as I tried to process it all. My beloved, a wolf, with a child. A child who was no ordinary pup but an alpha. The scent alone told me that much. The boy's presence raised questions I wasn't ready to face. Questions about his father, about their past, and about where I fit into all of this.
Or if I even could fit into this.
