Chapter 737
Judy’s POV
My stomach was in a knot.
I knew something was wrong when Gavin left late at night, but I didn’t pry and asked him what it was he had to do. I had to trust him… he was my mate after all. He would never do anything to hurt me. But then, why wouldn’t he tell me the truth?
I didn’t buy the bullshit that he was going to the office because of some business. He had a look of raw determination in his eyes and something else that I couldn’t quite decipher, and it bothered me.
As I walked back up the stairs, willing my feet to keep moving forward and not to turn back to him, I made my way towards Matthew’s bedroom. Even though I can’t help him in his combat lessons, I still tutored him in his classes and helped him succeed in any way that I could.
He comes to me a lot of the time with his problems and anxiety; in a way, I’ve been feeling like his mother. It’s been good practice at least for when I actually become a mother to my own little pup.
I opened the door slightly to check on him. He was tossing and turning like he does most nights. Since his wolf was awoken and he shifted for the first time, Matt became the youngest person in the world to be able to shift into a wolf. It was incredible, really, but it came with a great cost.
The amount of powers surging through him, both from his wolf and his Lycan blood, is too much for his 9-year-old body to take. He hasn’t been able to sleep, and when he does sleep, it’s riddled with nightmares.
My heart ached for him.
He’s seen a variety of doctors, and none of them can tell us what’s wrong other than the fact that he’s too young to have all this power inside of him.
Though it seems my presence calms him the most. Or at least that’s what he tells me.
“I’m not sure what it is about you, Judy,” he told me one evening after a long study session. He was half asleep on the couch, which was a rarity because falling asleep in general was difficult for him. “But I feel calmer when I’m around you. Like I can sleep…”
And he did, for the entire night. Gavin draped a blanket over us when he got home from work, giving us each a kiss on our head before he sat beside us on the couch and also fell asleep.
Irene took a picture when she saw us the next morning, and now it’s the screensaver on Gavin’s phone, which makes me smile every time I see it.
I sat beside Matt, running my fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He looked so much like Gavin, which was crazy because he wasn’t even Gavin’s biological son. I suppose the Landry gene was strong.
I’ve seen Gavin’s sister, Matt’s mom, and they looked so much alike I had to blink twice.
I sat like that with Matt for a while until he calmed down and was able to get some real sleep. Once I was sure he was out, I stood and started towards my own bedroom, the one that I shared with Gavin.
The bed felt empty without him by my side, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to sleep at all. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the soft
I’m not sure how long I stayed like that for, stewing in my own worries. But I heard the soft clicking of the door shutting Gavin maneuvered around the room stripping off his clothes, his movements hurried and yet quiet so as not to disturb me.
I could smell the faint scent of the prison wafting off his clothes as he set them down in the laundry basket. The prison had a distinct scent to it that I couldn’t quite describe. But I’ve been there before, and I knew what it smelled like.