The tension in the house was almost unbearable, a constant undercurrent that no one dared to address openly. The children, Tim and Sarah, had been watching it unfold in silence for days. The way the pack had started to look at Hannah with newfound warmth, as if she had always been a part of their lives, as if Kenneth had never been there at all.
It was eating away at them.
Tim’s small fists clenched every time he saw Hannah lingering around their papa, Jeffrey. She was always too close, always too... familiar. And worst of all, people were beginning to act like she was supposed to be there. Like she was supposed to take their dad’s place.
Sarah, more observant and sharp-eyed than her younger brother, noticed how the pack members would exchange glances when they saw Hannah with Jeffrey,
