Heart of the Forest

Chapter 20 Millie's POV

"Mom, hurry up!" Sam said we could build a snowman. I've been waiting for you forever!" Came the impatient voice of my now 5 year old son, Connor.

"You boys head outside without me, I'm just finishing up these dishes and I'm coming," I replied smiling to myself.

It was the middle of December and it had been 2 months since we moved into the pack house with Sam.

It had also been 2 months since I learned of werewolf's and that my late husband as well as my son Connor were one.

Worst of all it had been 2 months since I learned of the threat of the Red Moon pack and Alpha Harold coming for my son.      

Although I have enjoyed the time at the pack house with Sam and we have made memories, such as the time we threw Connor his 5th birthday party I always felt the loom of the threat hanging over my head.

The leader of the Red Moon pack was non other than my asshole of a father in law who sought to kill his own grandson simply because he was next in line to be alpha.

The thought made my stomach turn and bile rise up in my throat.

Son of a bitch.

Not only was he after my baby, but he had killed my first love, my late husband, David.

I didn't realize how hard I was gripping the plate in my hand till I looked down and saw my knuckles turn white.

Get a grip Millie. Connor is safe for now.

We moved in with Sam as soon as I learned of the threat.

Sam, my heart quickened just at the thought of him. My stomach clenched and a moisture began to form in my panties.

Lately, I could not control the desires I felt around Sam. Besides Connor, he somehow became my world in such a short amount of time.

He was the rock I didn't know I needed, and desperately tried to ignore.

Hurry up and finish the dishes Mille, Connor is waiting for you.

I placed the last plate on the drying rack, threw on my green sweater, and headed out the white front door.

When I stepped out the door I was met with complete silence.

Strange.

"Connor, Sam," I called.
No answer.

"Connor, Sam," I called louder, stepping further into the snow.

Still no response.

An anxious feeling overtook me, remembering what happened last time I couldn't not find Connor.

"Connor, Sam," simultaneously as I finished screaming Sam's name I was hit with a snowball.

"We got her!" Laughed Connor I turned to see Connor and Sam emerging from the nearby trees laughing and giving each other a high five.

Oh it is so on

I bent down to grab snow with a scowl on my face and heard Sam mumble "uh oh, run," before both of my boys scattered.

The three of us spent the rest of the day throwing snowballs, making snow angels, building a snowman, and just enjoying life.

For just the day I was able to forget the looming threat, and the terror I felt when Connor disappeard 2 months ago.

For just the day.