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e her with this predicament. Their nanny had called at the last minute that she could

ng down the street after an ice cream truck. She sighed resignedly and hoisted her tote bag up, then

her friends, swaying to loud music and taking shot after shot. She should be

prepared her for the headaches that came with raising one child, talk less of three. Three kids, born to her on th

etimes, she couldn't help but wonder if things could

p town with them all those years ago. Their father h

past. How would he react to knowing his

t to the running kid. "Com

the top of her voice. Then the ice cream truck he was chasing turned down a corner and the little boy tu

er. The street was dingy and deserted, no ice cream truck in sight.

Why did you run off like

efore she could, a black car stopped behind him. She dragged Jasper's sisters by the hand and moved towards the

ead peeked out of the window. "Good afternoon, Ms Emilia

nt, then looked around, a little scared. Was this the

d opened her mouth. "W

came down from the car and opened the door of the backseat.

f and stepped back. "I'm not stepping into

oss his face. "He did say you'll pro

that?" She asked,

ach for one of her daughters but she pulled the

do this the easy way, or the other way. I would like you to step

she sensed that something was wrong. Werewolf instinct kicked in as she heard a faint no

ith a fiery amber light. She hadn't realised that her claws were extended.

hildren began to cry. One of her girls tugge

l stood where it was, with the backseat door wide open. Emi

r fingers as her claws retracted, but she didn't turn to her

o press down. She retched and spluttered, trying to catch a breath. She heard her kids scr

eet as they ran across the street. She heard the man curse softly

per in her ear. "The alpha sends his greetings." Then she