“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she said, checking him over like I would one of my boys.
“Who is that?” Mason asked.
“I’m not sure,” I told him.
As I got closer it was clear that this woman was Pack. I could smell it on her. But Westin Pack was the largest wolf shifter Pack in the world. Even I didn’t know everyone.
I could feel a sort of distress mixed with something else coming off my mate.
“June, please. I told you we shouldn’t have come. You’re making the boy uncomfortable,” the man said.
Sensing my mate’s discomfort, I tried to intervene.
“Hi, I’m Vanessa. How do you know Isaac?”
“We’re his parents,” the woman said.
I looked confused and turned to Isaac for answers.
“His foster parents,” the man explained. “It was a long time ago.”
“We thought you were dead, or left the area. Why didn’t you come home?” the woman asked.
“How did you find me?” he asked, finally finding his voice.
“Word travels quickly through the Pack. The second we heard you were alive, we wanted to reach out, but didn’t know how. I tried to stop her from coming tonight. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to intrude,” the man said.
He was trying to drag the distraught woman away.
“Dad? We have grandparents?” Mason asked.
“Dad?” June asked.
Isaac sighed.
“This is Jack and June Wyman.”
I gasped.
“Freddy’s parents?”
Isaac nodded and the woman swiped tears from her eyes.
“Sorry. It’s been a long time since we heard our son’s name spoken so freely.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Please don’t be. It’s nice.”
“Freddy was our son, but we loved Isaac equally. Shortly after Freddy died, Isaac disappeared. In just a few weeks we lost both our boys.”
This time I could clearly feel his pain.
I went to stand beside him and offer him comfort.
“Wyman?” Noah asked.
“Hey, that’s our name,” Cam announced.