Dahlia's POV
The air in the living room felt like it was about to catch fire. Nate's shadow stretched across the floorboards, pinning me against the couch where Axel lay unconscious.
That word "son" was screaming in my head. It was a truth I couldn't bury anymore with fake papers or stories about a dead human husband.
"Nate, please," I whispered. My voice was shaking. "His heart is weak. We can't do this right now."
"We're doing it right now," Nate snapped.
The windows rattled from the force of his voice. His eyes weren't the calm blue I'd seen this morning; they were glowing gold, burning with a decade of being lied to.
"I felt the spark, Dahlia. When I held him, my wolf didn't just see a sick child. He saw himself. You let me believe I was the last of my line while my blood was beating in three different hearts right under my nose!"
