Dane’s POV
I was already late for my meeting with Nathan. Since Hailee disappeared, we’d been more like strangers than cousins. We never talked about family or personal lives. Our conversations were strictly about business and contracts, nothing else. Even now, as the car rolled into his packhouse, it wasn’t about catching up—it was about a business deal I wanted to propose to him. That was the only reason I was here. Or so I thought.
I stepped out, adjusting my jacket, my mind already on the numbers I’d rehearsed. But then— a small figure darted past the guards, almost colliding into me. A boy. Ten, maybe. His fiery red hair caught the sunlight, and for a moment my chest clenched so hard I couldn’t breathe.
My wolf froze. Then it growled, sharp and certain, the sound echoing inside my head. Mine.
I staggered a step, staring down at him. Goddess. Those eyes—bright, brown eyes, unflinching. The same shade I saw in the mirror every morning. The same fire I carried in my blood.
The boy frowned, tilting his head up at me, suspicious and brave all at once. He looked so much like me it was painful, but his hair... that red hair reminded me of Hailee.
Suddenly my throat went dry. My heart thundered. Against my will, the words slipped out. "Who’s your mother, boy?" I asked, my voice trembling out of control. The boy’s lips parted, as if he wanted to answer but didn’t trust me enough.
And then I heard it. A voice. A sharp, panicked, familiar voice I could recognize anyway.
"Ozzy!" The name rang out through the courtyard, carried by the wind. My blood turned cold. My wolf let out a howl so loud it rattled through my bones.
I spun, and there she was. Hailee. My Hailee. Ten years. Ten years of torture, of searching, of cursing the Goddess for taking her away—and there she stood, running toward the boy with that same red hair, her sea-blue eyes wide with fear.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was splitting open as her voice echoed again, closer this time. "Ozzy!"
She reached him, pulling him to her chest, her arms trembling as if she’d almost lost him. I just stood there, staring at them, unable to believe what I was seeing.
She clutched the boy—Ozzy—tight against her chest, her breath coming fast, relief softening her face for a heartbeat. Then her eyes lifted. And found mine.
Time stood still. Her body stiffened as if the ground had turned to stone beneath her feet. Her lips parted. No words came. Her eyes—those same eyes that once looked at me with love—went wide, filled with something I couldn’t quite name. Shock. Fear. Maybe both.
"Hailee..." I whispered, the name tearing from my throat before I could stop it.
Her arms tightened protectively around the boy. Her gaze darted left and right, like a cornered animal. But she didn’t run. She just froze, like seeing me had stopped time itself.
Ten years. Ten long years. And here she was—alive, breathing, close enough to touch. And I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fall to my knees... or demand why the hell she left me to torture. "Hailee... is this you?" I asked in disbelief, taking a step closer.
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