Zuriel’s P.O.V.

Eddie was over the moon to resume our daily ritual of running in the wild. As werewolves, we were naturally attracted towards the forest, my son was a fan of greenery and the wild life.

Call it Evelyn’s curiosity or inability to trust in me, she followed us, her little tail Walter was surprisingly not with her this time. I ignored her intentionally and took Eddie into the dense forest.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, daddy.”

I put him down and went behind a tree to strip. Zev quickly stretched his muscles, my bones cracked, and I shifted into my white wolf swiftly. Eddie clapped and giggled, his signature...