23. Mother dearest.

"Now, Matthew, I need you to remember something very important," I began, holding him close in my arms. "Listen carefully, okay?"

His eyes widened with curiosity as he nodded eagerly, his small frame pressed against mine.

"Never trust my family or anyone from the pack," I emphasized, my voice firm but gentle. "They are not good people, and it's important to keep your distance from them."

Matthew nodded solemnly, taking in my words with a seriousness beyond his years. "And what about your powers?" I prompted gently.

His brow furrowed slightly as he concentrated on remembering. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone about them," he replied, his voice soft but resolute.

"That's right," I praised, a proud smile spreading across my face. "You're doing great, Matthew."

I playfully pinched his cheeks, earning a delighted giggle from him as he leaned into my touch. "I'm proud of you, my little champ," I said, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Lately, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was burdening