Chapter 4 Going Back

Chloe's POV: Out of nowhere, the Evans showed up in Meadowmere and wanted to talk to me. My mother was a great police officer and a respected warrior in our pack. She gave up her life protecting the current Alpha King. I'll always admire her for that. But I had no interest in reconnecting with the werewolf world. "I'm not meeting them," I said flat-out. I assumed they were trying to repay some old favor, but I wasn't interested. Fortunately, ever since I was banished years ago, I was no longer bound by werewolf laws—or expected to respect their ranks. "Mommy, who's here?" my sweet little boy asked, peeking out from the room. I gave him a soft smile. "No one important." Then I shut the door. They didn't bother me again for a while, and I thought things were finally settling down. But then a phone call changed everything, and I decided to return. "I'll be back home in three days tops to get ready for the contest," I told the caller. "Mommy, are we going back?" My son came up behind me. I gazed at him proudly, dressed in a blue checkered shirt and little jean shorts, his soft, angelic face still holding that youthful charm. He was just four years old, yet he carried himself with a rare, natural grace. No doubt about it—he was mine! "So, do you want to return with Mommy?" "Absolutely! I'll follow you anywhere!" he beamed, his wide eyes turning into little crescent moons, shining like tiny black jewels—he was impossibly cute. Raising him is something I'd never take back. He reminded me of myself when I was younger—his wolf hadn't awakened yet either. Still, I'm sure that once he's older, his wolf will be just like mine—born from an ancient and majestic bloodline, rare and incredibly strong! I could still remember how overjoyed and thankful I felt three years ago when my wolf, Eva, finally woke up three years ago. She was breathtaking—snow-white, strong, and fearless. With one bite, she took down the rogue who tried to hurt me. Eva explained that her awakening was delayed because she was special, more powerful and noble than most wolves. Now, even if I go back to the pack, I'm not scared of anyone, no matter how high up they are! "Alright then, let's get our stuff ready—we're heading to the airport tomorrow afternoon," I said with a cheerful pat on my son's shoulder. "Got it!" he replied excitedly, nodding hard before dashing off to gather his clothes. ... Three days later, just before sunset, we arrived at the international airport. I pushed our trolley while my son sat on top of a suitcase, his wide eyes taking in everything around him—full of wonder at the sights of our homeland. Once we stepped out of the arrivals gate, two men in suits walked up to us politely. "Ms. Taylor, we've been sent by the Evans matriarch to escort you. The car is ready." "I'm grateful for the Evans's gesture, but there's really no need. Thank you anyway," I said kindly but firmly. "Ms. Taylor, the matriarch sincerely hopes to meet you," the older man said with a courteous nod. I knew the old lady meant well, but I wasn't interested in her favors. "Please tell her my mother was doing her job as a beta police officer when she saved the Alpha King. No repayment is needed." Without another word, I turned away and pushed the trolley forward, guiding my son toward the exit. As I took in the familiar sights around me, a wave of conflicting emotions surged within me. Who would I run into from the Thunder Pack now that I was back? One thing was clear—I wouldn't let anyone wrong me ever again without making them pay for it. Eva let out a powerful growl inside me, matching my resolve. Before returning, I had Eva hide my scent and my son's with her powerful energy. Even his father wouldn't be able to identify him by smell. I had to make sure that the witch's descendant never found out we were here. Having slept with a witch's descendant was the most disgraceful thing I had ever done as a werewolf. And no one could ever know who my son's father was, because if they did, his future among the wolves would be destroyed.