I left with the child, but he regretted it afterwards

I brought my mate, Kurt, back from the aftermath of a collapsed mountain ridge and sent the young she-wolf I had raised for six years to join the trainee ranks. That was when the male who had always been cold and restrained finally snapped.

He took our infant son into the desert’s forbidden no-man’s-land.

“Tell me where Zelda is,” he said, his voice low and feral, “or I’ll bury him alive.”

“There are five mounds of sand here. You have five chances.”

Kurt placed our tiny son into a shallow pit. The scorching sand seared his tender skin the moment it touched him.