I drive slowly up the dirt path to my father’s house, my heart still pounding from my encounter with Brandon. I wasn’t expecting him to look that good. The years had been kind to him, and his muscles were just as taut as the day I left. Seeing him had been harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to stay distant from him, but my inner wolf was growling for his body just the same.
He didn’t see Emmy. I’m almost positive he didn’t. I need to make sure it stays that way.
Bringing her back here means that some people are going to have to be let in on the secret. My family is going to know.
But I don’t want the pack at large to know about Emmy, because they’ll think my baby is one of them. I mean, she is one of them, in a way—she’s definitely got a lot of wolf in her—but she’s not going to be a permanent member of this pack. We’re here for now, but we’re going home eventually. Back to the human world. Both of us.
And I especially don’t want Brandon to know.
She’s just over two years old, and if he does the math—and the math is not that difficult to do—he might just figure out who her father is.
What if they met each other, and then they were separated again? I can’t let Emmy get hurt like that.
What if he tried to take her from me? I would die.