Avery’s POV
The room fell silent. Even the crickets outside had seemed to stop chirping.
Gideon stared at me, waiting for a response, but I didn't say anything right away. I couldn’t.
Rather, I turned back to the worktable and picked up my pen.
My hand shook, but with my back turned, I hoped he wouldn’t see it.
I heard him move closer. “I’ve felt the connection,” he said. “From the moment Bjorn and I met, it was there. That familial bond.” The floorboards creaked as he took another step. “That day he went missing in the woods, it wasn’t Sebastian who he would go to. It was me.”
My fingers tightened around the pen.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “He was scared, and fear makes people do things they wouldn’t normally do.”
“Are you saying that if circumstances had been slightly different, he would have calmed down in Sebastian’s arms and not mine?” Gideon asked.
My lack of a response was exactly what he needed, apparently, because Gideon let out a low huff. “His wolf recognizes me. Mine recognizes him. He deserves a pack that’s his by blood, a title, a future with a real father in it.”
I set the pen down.
He wasn’t wrong about the connection. There was one, of course, because they were father and son. And I had watched them together, multiple times now, as that bond formed. I had seen the power it held over both of them.
But I also knew what would happen if he knew the truth.
Or at least, I was pretty sure I knew.
I took a breath and turned slowly, meeting Gideon’s gaze.

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