Chapter 25: The Offer

Trista’s POV

Go home?

How could I possibly do that?

Did she mean back to my pack? Back to Summerset? I was rejected. Exiled. I didn’t have a home there anymore.

I carried Billy back to my bedroom, Dagny’s words swarming through my mind. The herbs had made Billy sleepy, and he was dead weight. He was heavy in my arms and I realized that he wasn’t my tiny little baby anymore. He was a young boy now. I laid him down on my bed. He stirred, then curled up into a ball.

He looked so much like Liam. The same eyes, the same hair, the same build. Looking at him there, on the bed, he didn’t look like an average five-year-old boy. He looked older. Stronger. More robust.

“It must be the Alpha blood in him,” I sighed to myself.

My mind turned to Johnson. He had been so calm and collected during the accident. He knew just what to do but the concern on his face – well – that had been the concerned look of a parent.

“Johnson