I stopped laughing and turned to my son, my gaze softening as I studied his small, earnest face. "Jared… let's not look for Daddy, okay? Mommy can raise you all by herself." My words were gentle, but my wolf instincts flared at the thought of protecting him, guarding him from a world that didn't understand the bond he carried in his veins.
"Grandpa said that it's not right for my daddy to avoid taking responsibility," he said, his voice calm and mature, like a tiny Alpha asserting himself. "He has to be responsible toward you and me."
I froze, caught between astonishment and a surge of pride. How could he carry the weight of such understanding at his age? The words tugged at the maternal instincts I carried deep in my bones, and my heart thumped with a mixture of awe and sorrow.
"Grandpa said that he will grow old one day, and he might not be able to take care of us anymore," Jared added solemnly.
