Chapter 7

Claudia

I can’t help but walk and clean around our pack house. It’s what I do when I’m nervous.

It’s the middle of the night and we’re waiting for our son to be released and come back home to us.

There’s a feast in the dining room waiting for him since we don’t know how much he has eaten. The pack doctor is on call and ready to come whenever we ask him to. I need to hug my boy and know that he is okay.

Evan looks over at me and says, “Claudia, you don’t need to worry about cleaning.”

I can’t help but glare at him and he put his hands up like he was surrendering so we wouldn’t have an argument. I can’t help but roll my eyes at him as I continue to scrub the counters. I have to do something useful otherwise I’ll be eaten up by my anxiety.

The door opens and we see two guards walk in with Ozzy standing in between them. I fall to my knees as tears stream down my face and I wrap my son in the tightest hug possible. He hugs me back but after a moment he pats my back and squeaks out, “Mom, t