Howling Hearts

I cuddle into the warmth of my mate, smelling her scent. It has never grown to bore me but only grown stronger in my heart. As I get lost in her scent, a sudden frantic knock pulls me back to sanity. I walked up quickly to the door to try my best not to wake my tired mate or my fresh newborn son who was born only hours ago. I exited quietly and shut the door behind me before I made eye contact with the very disturbed head warrior of my pack,

My heart started pumping quickly as I knew this man had seen a lot in his life and very few things could disturb him as such. ‘What is the matter, Damion”. I asked wearily. His eyes seem like they are searching for the right answers but not finding the words to describe what's wrong.“Alpha Caleb, just follow me please.” He sounds defeated.

I hurry behind him as he leads me outside and to the Pack Gates. As we reached the Gates, I heard that sound that broke my heart in half. “A baby?’ I asked him with my eyes wide. “Is it a family that is in need of shelter?” I asked him, not knowing I was far from right. “No Alpha.” He seemed so secretive. The crying continued but it wasn’t a normal baby cry. It was a saddened cry. A loud, prolonged, mournful cry. One to make any mother's heart shatter.

As the gates screeched opening wide, I saw the basket in the middle of the road. The child was just left there for death or rescue which ever were to come first. I gulp the knot that formed in my throat at this sad sight. I looked at my men in horror. ‘Well any sign of the mother?” I asked with urgency. “No Sir, there is no scent and no tracks and no one was spotted dropping the baby off” They said with their heads down and with pity towards this child.