Ava Pov.

A musky and woody scent pulled me out of my weak slumber, my wolf perked up in alert at the familiar presence in my father's pack house.

"What the hell are you doing here, Maddox?!" My father growled loudly, his voice shaking the entire core of the building.

A soft chuckle followed my father's growl. The chuckle sounded so familiar—like the man from that night.

"The hell?" I whispered, pressing my ear against the door, and then I heard it again. That voice... He was the one. The father of my baby was right in my father's pack.

Unexpected flashes from that night ran through my mind like...