Nodding vigorously, Cain began transferring the covered dishes to the table. “I am, and besides, you promised to tell me how you ended up here.”
Giggling, Sofia sat down in the chair Cain had pulled out for her. “Such a gentleman…someone is going to be very lucky when they find you. That’s what happened to my David.”
Sitting down opposite Sofia, Cain waited until she’d filled her plate before helping himself. “David’s your son, right?”
“My only child. I nearly lost him, but Zane found him and then they both rescued me.”
“Is David human, too?”
“Oh, goodness no. He’s a wolf shifter, same as Zane.”
Stunned, Cain could only stare at Sofia. According to the guys who told him about shifters, it was impossible for a human to give birth to a shifter, yet if she was telling the truth, then it was just some more of their bullshit.
Sofia smiled at Cain. “I know…it’s rather hard to believe, isn’t it?”
Nodding his head slowly, Cain said, “I think now would be a good time to tell me how it happened.”
“It all started when my father found out I was pregnant…”
Listening closely, Cain began to eat slowly, rarely interrupting Sofia. It was a story filled with sadness, strength, hope, and love, and by the time it ended, he was so enthralled with her he’d forgotten the food on his plate.
“So here I am, with my David and his mate, happier than I ever thought would be possible,” Sofia concluded.
“That’s amazing,” Cain murmured softly. “I can’t wait to meet your son.”
“You’ll like him…such a gentle soul…and so handsome.” Setting down her fork, Sofia looked at Cain. “Can you tell me how you ended up at the Blackwood Pack?”
Cain thought about Sofia’s request and his first reaction was a ‘hell no’. But that was the response he usually made in his old life where he’d learned during his first incarceration the importance of keeping his mouth shut about why he was there.Choices…Jackson had reminded him they were his, alone, to make. Glancing back up at Sofia, he licked his lips nervously before he began. “My story started when I was a child and my parents decided they didn’t want me anymore…”
Chapter 27
The door to his study opened and a bundle of fur ran in and jumped up on Jackson’s lap. Smiling at his son in his arms, he asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were with Jake and Jessica on a hunting trip with Uncle Cody and Uncle Dylon?”
“He was…until I got your text,” Dylon said, following Danny over to Jackson. “Then he insisted on accompanying me to your study and, since he wouldn’t hunt…”
Surprised, Jackson glance up from his son at Dylon, “Why not?”
Grinning, Dylon said, “Well, to be accurate, Danny is an excellent hunter, the only problem is once he found his prey, he wouldn’t kill it. Instead, he talked to it and then he and his prey began playing together. And once that happened, Jake and Jessica joined in, frustrating Cody to no end. So my mate was all for Danny going with me.”
Chuckling, Jackson cupped Danny’s snout and tilted it up until his son looked at him. “I’m glad you had fun, but that wasn’t what the lesson was about, was it?” When Danny gave a series of yaps, barks, and a few growls by a wolfy grin in response, Jackson shook his head in amusement as his son jumped down and ran out of the room. Turning to Dylon, he asked, “He really wouldn’t kill…even a field mouse?”
“Nope. Once he found a mouse and they began talking, that was it,” Dylon said. “And he wouldn’t let anyone hurt it, either.”
“You’re joking!”
“Not at all. The first time Cody tried to demonstrate what to do, Danny jumped between him and the mouse and growled until Cody gave up,” Dylon said. “Honestly, watching Danny defend and protect each of his prey, made me think maybe he has the right idea about talking rather than killing.”
“Maybe…but I don’t think it will work with Rudy,” Jackson said. “Reeve informed me Rudy and about fifty inmates escaped from the jail last night and the High Council believes they took your father with them.”
“Dad? Do they know for sure? Mom hasn’t called me.”
“Nothing is sure right now, and I doubt Lizzie knows,” Jackson replied, glancing over Dylon’s shoulder when he saw his brother entering his study.
“Hey, what’s up?” Zane asked, claiming the chair next to Dylon’s.
“Dad’s missing,” Dylon replied. “The High Council thinks Rudy took him as a hostage when he escaped.”
Turning to Jackson, Zane asked, “What do you want me to do first?”
