Zachary’s pov
I was leaning against the wall, staring at her. She was busy bandaging the arm of a kid who fell while training. David was a tough kid.
He lost his parents in a rogue attack, and we found him abandoned near our pack borders. He rarely opens up with anyone, but with her, he seemed comfortable. His cheeks taint red as she says something, and I see him lowering his head shyly.
She has that effect. I am a victim of it myself.
Patting his head, she turns around to leave when David grabs her wrist. Her surprised eyes match his, and he motions her to crouch down.
As soon as she squats down, he leans closer to kiss her cheek, and her eyes widen.
A smile morphs on my lips.
She is going to be a great mother to our kids. I can feel it.
The kids run away with a soft ‘thank you, m
