Olivia's POV
It was seven in the morning.
The boys were finally sleeping.
Liam had burned with fever all night. I barely slept at all. I stayed beside him, my hand on his forehead, my body curled protectively around all three of them. Even though they were so little… they understood what death was.
Too well.
Last night, Liam had looked at me with red, swollen eyes and whispered,
"Mommy… does that mean I will never see Daddy Lennox ever again?"
I couldn't answer him.
My throat closed. My voice disappeared. But the way he nodded slowly afterward told me everything.
He understood.
And that understanding was breaking him.
I inhaled deeply and carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake them. Liam shifted a little, his brows pulling together even in sleep, and my heart clenched painfully.
I stood there for a long moment, just staring at them.
"You are not okay," my wolf whispered softly inside me.
A tear slid down my cheek.
