“Claudia!” I hear my sweet Evan call my name and I can hear his hurried footsteps as he rushes towards our room.I look at the suitcase in front of me, as I still have an unsettled feeling in my gut. Evan walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me from behind as he rubbed his hand over my stomach. He teases me, “You know, we could be putting another little one in you on this trip.”I roll my eyes from his antics. He’s right though, Peele and Osborn are 4 years old now and if I did get pregnant on this trip that would put the next baby at being almost five years apart from the boys.It's the exact time frame that I have wanted. From all of the parentings and pregnancy books I’ve read it shows that a 4-5 year age difference helps the older kids process the change better and helps me out because they will be able to understand and help out a little more.Evan peers over my shoulder and looks at my unzipped suitcase and looks back at me as he asks, “What’s wrong? You seem hesitant a

AbigailI’m grateful that I was the one with the boys when the rogues attacked. Laila and Lauren had just gone inside with the nannies for their nap time, but the boys and I were having fun together searching for bugs in the forest. Plus, their Uncle Ken should have been joining us soon and neither of the boys could rest knowing that Ken would be coming soon.So, we continued our hunt for worms, rollie pollies, caterpillars, and whatever else we could find. We were getting pretty deep in the forest when I noticed some of the pack members that should have been on patrol duty weren’t there.My stomach churned and I said, “Hey Ozzy and P, let’s head back to the pack house.”Peelle whines, “Oh, Aunt Abby, can’t we stay out just a little bit longer?”“No, Peelle, let’s go, now.” I say a little harsher as I feel like we’re being followed.Neither of the boys argue, but they sure took their sweet time as we headed back to the pack house. I stayed alert; I knew danger could be around any cor

ClaudiaIt’s been a week since the attack. We still have no real clues.Although I’m grateful to have Peelle, I’m worried sick about Osborn.I don’t understand why they want him. I thought for sure by now they would reach out requesting us to pay a large sum to get him back, but there’s been nothing.My stomach is riddled with anxiety, and I don’t know how to make it stop. I don’t know how to move forward.Peelle spends lots of time with Laila and Lauren, but I can tell how much he misses his brother even though he tries to hide it. There are times he tries to play with Laila, but she enjoys all the girly thinks like playing dress up and tea parties! And he wants to play with dinosaurs and cars and it’s not the same without his brother by his side.I sit in the playroom watching the three of them together and I could picture Osborn sitting right beside them. It breaks my heart to know that he’s not here.He’s somewhere all by himself alone. Have they hurt him? Has he been fed?I feel

ClaudiaI 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

OsbornFinally, I’m 18. I should be able to shift into my wolf tonight under the full moon. I will be at my strongest and be able to properly lead this pack.My dad wants me to wait until I meet my mate. That’s why this weekend, we are having the biggest birthday party possible to guarantee that I will meet her. Once I find her, we’ll mate, and she’ll be my Luna and I can take my position.As much as it pains me, I know that I can’t have a relationship with anyone the way that my parents have with one another. They got lucky that everything turned out okay. But the truth of the matter is that when you are the Alpha of a pack that’s as large as the Scarlet Pack, you get a target on your back.I won’t risk my mate’s life. I won’t risk my family’s life. I will have a child strictly to be able to pass the pack onto them. I will make sure they know what they need to, but I need all enemies to believe that I have no one close to me. If they think I have someone close to me then… I’ll lose t