Chapter 31

My thoughts were consumed with Noah as I drove home.

I had never seen Noah so distressed. I hadn’t been scared when the children swarmed around me during snack time, but it was as if Noah had been frightened for me. Paulette had been so quick to shift and take Noah away, and I knew that was likely to avoid the risk of Noah biting a human child and causing a big media mess, but I wished I’d had the time to try and help him.

I hoped the incident—being taken away for shifting to protect me—wouldn’t hinder or damage him in any way. I didn’t like the thought that he might associate shifting with punishment. I heaved a sigh as I turned down my street. I had to trust that Bratt would take care of his son and make sure Noah didn’t feel bad about himself.

After parking in my driveway, I got out of my car with my things. I scanned my thumb with the biometric scanner and realized suddenly that it was the first time in a while that I hadn’t felt scared or had that sensation of being followed.