LOGINScott's Point of View I have read the same report four times, and I still couldn't tell you what it says. I stare down at the words, trying to force myself to focus, but the letters blur together until they may as well be written in another language. With a frustrated sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my face. "Get it together." I mutter to myself. There is work to do. Meetings to organize. Training reports to sign. Patrol schedules to approve. I reach for the next file. Open it. Read the first sentence. ...Nothing. My thoughts begin to drift again. Back to two nights ago. To Bianca standing in Ethan's nursery. Her smile. The way she looked at me. The way her damp hair rested against her shoulders after her shower. The way her shirt had clung... I shut my eyes tightly. "No." I whisper, shaking my head. The familiar heat immediately spreads through my chest again. It feels as though my veins are on fire. I let out a s
Bianca's Point of View I wake to the sound of Ethan babbling through the baby monitor and smile sleepily as I sit up in bed. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start the day." I murmur to myself before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I quickly begin my morning routine and after getting dressed, I walk across the hallway and quietly push open Ethan's nursery door. The moment he sees me, his entire face lights up. He throws both little hands into the air and lets out an excited squeal and I laugh. "There he is! My happy little boy." I lift him out of his cot and kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He answers with another happy babble before grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking it. "Ouch. I'll take that as a yes." I laugh, untangling my hair from his grip. A few minutes later, after changing his diaper and getting him dressed, I carry him into the kitchen. Scott is already there. He has a mug of coffee in one hand and is reading over
Scott's Point of ViewDinner with the pack ends later than I expect.Between Marcus telling another ridiculous story from training, Emma teasing me about Ethan's little surprise this morning, and Aiden insisting that he should be promoted to "Junior Alpha," there is barely a quiet moment the entire evening.By the time Bianca, Ethan and I finally make our way back to the apartment, the little guy is rubbing his eyes."Someone is tired."Bianca says softly, smiling down at him.Ethan answers with a tiny yawn before resting his head against her shoulder.I chuckle."I think bath time and bed sound like a good idea."I say and she nods her head."They do."She agrees.The moment we step inside the apartment, Bianca disappears down the hallway with Ethan."I'll get him cleaned up."She calls over her shoulder."I'll be there in a minute."I answer.I tidy up the few things we brought home before making my way toward Ethan's nursery.The bathroom door is open.I stop in the doorway without
Bianca's Point of ViewFor a few minutes after Emma leaves the library, I stay exactly where I am.I glance down at Ethan, who is happily chewing on his little fox teether while kicking his legs."Well..."I murmur."What do you think?"He looks up at me with a huge smile before letting out an excited squeal.I can't help smiling back."You want to go see Daddy?"Another squeal.I laugh softly."I'll take that as a yes."I carefully lift him into my arms before gathering his diaper bag and the blanket lying beside us.As I make my way through the packhouse, I can't help feeling nervous.I don't know why.I'm just going to watch Scott teach the children.It's not like I'm interrupting a meeting or anything important.Still...My stomach flutters the closer I get to the training grounds.Soon, I hear it.Laughter.Children shouting.Someone blowing a whistle.The sounds drift across the open field, and before I even step through the gate, I can already hear Scott's voice."Again!"He ca
Bianca's Point of ViewThe Luna library has quickly become one of my favorite places in the packhouse.It is always quiet.Peaceful.The large windows let the afternoon sunlight stream inside, warming the wooden floors, while shelves lined with books surround the room. There are comfortable couches tucked into the corners, but today Ethan and I have claimed the soft rug in front of the fireplace.Ethan is lying on his stomach, happily kicking his little legs while chewing on one of his woodland-themed teething toys.I smile as he lets out another happy squeal."You really like that one, don't you?"I ask softly.He looks up at me with his bright blue eyes before smiling around the toy.My heart melts."You are just the sweetest little boy."I murmur, brushing a hand over his soft hair."You know that?"He babbles something that sounds incredibly important before reaching both hands toward me.I laugh quietly."Oh? Really?"He grins even wider."I'll take that as a yes."I lean forward
Scott's Point of ViewThe morning sun is already climbing above the trees by the time Mark finally calls an end to training.I pull the towel from around my neck and wipe the sweat from my face before draping it back over my shoulders.All around us, warriors begin collecting their water bottles and chatting as they head off the field.Istretch my arms above my head before letting out a long breath."That felt good."I say with a satisfied smile and Sienna nods her head."It did. I needed it."She says. I glance over at her and chuckle.“Yeah... I could tell...”I say teasingly and she narrow her eyes at me.“Are you saying that I looked stressed?”She asks and I shrug. “I’m saying you looked like you wanted to punch something… and luckily, I was there.”I say and she laughs, nudging me lightly with her shoulder."Fair enough... I probably did."She admits."It has just been one of those weeks."I nod in understanding."I get that."For a few moments we walk in comfortable silence to
Bianca’s Point of View Ethan’s little fingers curl tightly around mine as I feed him, his sleepy eyes fluttering with each swallow. I smile softly at him, lightly brushing my thumb over his cheek. He is warm, content, and completely unaware of the world outside of our quiet bubble. The peace
Bianca’s Point of ViewEthan giggles as I lift him up, his tiny hands grabbing at my hair while we wander through the garden paths.“Hey, hey, gentle. You are going to make Mommy bald before she turns thirty.”I laugh softly, adjusting him on my hip. He just babbles happily, completely unbothered,
Scott’s Point of View I flip through the papers in my hand, but I’m not actually reading any of it. My eyes skim over the words, but nothing sticks. All I can see, all I can hear, is her voice. Aiden is Asher’s son. I exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over my jaw as I stare out the window. “This
Scott’s Point of ViewThere is a knock on my door and I call out, without looking up because I already know that it is Marcus. “Report.” I say, as soon as he is in front of my desk. “All of the bodies are cleared and taken care off, and our scouts are already running the perimeter again.”He sa







