Three months later

Briccia carried Malia and saw her grimace slightly.

“Maaaaaaaadddd!” she shouted towards the house and saw her wolf jump over the railing of the terrace and run across the garden to the shore of the small lake in less than twenty seconds.

“What happened? Are you all right? What's wrong with Mala?” He blurted out the questions in rapid succession.

“It's not Mala, it's Malia,” Briccia corrected him, sticking her tongue out at him.

“She's Mala*, very bad, just like her daddy. Aren’t you, my love?” said Maddox taking the little girl from Briccia's arms, but leaving her with Laila.

Bhremi was lending her her eyes so she could play with the babies. The she-wolf had had a long conversation with Milo and then apologized to him and Maddox. Briccia had agreed to take her back and the two were more than happy because despite their differences, they adored each other.

“Look at this. Who is Mommy's beautiful little she-wolf? Who, who?” Briccia asked brushing her nose against the