Juan pov

Yes, I went to see my son and he’s mine! He was a replica of me. But that doesn’t mean that I was giving Zena a second chance! She told me clearly that she left me between life and death and went after other werewolves because he promised her a good life and shit more money but he betrayed her and eh wah actually after her money— my money.

But my son was mine to take care of, he was almost nine and a half years old. I had to give him the life he didn’t get yet.

Juan jr, that was his name. I hugged him once...