Shyla’s P.O.V.

“Dad!”

I was lost in my thoughts, but Ash responded quickly, she recognized that man as our father. Alpha Harrison, the leader of the werewolf race was there to welcome me, his strong wolf’s call rippled through my bones.

He growled softly. “Come here, my pup. Your dad is waiting for you.”

As I was holding Marcel, I could easily understand the yearning of a parent. It was like a constant nagging pain in your chest which could only be relieved after seeing your child’s face. And in my case, we were separated for years, so the longing was beyond a person’s endurance level.

I hesitated a bit...