This isn't over.

Connor.

I stormed through the pack area with clenched fists and cold rage coursing through me.

I was ready to let go. I simply walked away, taking a final look at the pack to remember the place she was going to be.

And then, I spotted the banner falling.

I had seen my baby pictures. Every few times my mother would bring it out, reminiscing in nostalgia. I complained every time, but would still follow her as she described moments that I could barely remember.

Even though he was still asleep, I could tell the similarities easily.

She had a baby. A son. My son.

I stormed into the house, ignoring everyone there. I vaguely spotted the dark haired Sierra with Duncan talking to Isabella and Leo. Without hesitation, I cut in, grabbing Isabella’s wrist.

“Excuse me , we need to talk.” I addressed her as everyone else before pulling her away.

“Hey!” I sensed everyone's aggression, including Leo's, but paid it no mind. I didn't know what Isabella had signaled for them to stop. I continued advanci