Prologue
It was early August when Quinton got a house call about a mother giving birth to a child. He rushed out of the house and to the address he had on his phone. Once there, he grabbed his bag and ran inside to help. He knelt down by the woman, who he recognized to be The Great Alpha’s mate. Quinton looked down at her face and exclaimed, “Deep breaths Savanah. It’s the only way that your son will live through the birth.”
Savanah looked at the man and nodded, taking deep, painful breaths. She already knew she wouldn’t make it through her son’s birth and so she spoke in a quiet, shaky voice and whispered to the doctor, “Take care of my son for me. When he’s old enough, tell him who he is... For me my old friend?”
As soon as she said that, Quinton’s eyes started to water as he gripped her hand and squeezed it. She screamed and after the last push came a beautiful baby boy like no other. Quinton handed him to Savanah who smiled weakly and said, “My baby... Russel.” She breathed in his scent one last time as life edged away from her eyes.
She was dead. Quinton picked up Russel and his bag, while the paramedics around him took care of Savanah’s body. He went out to his car and held Russel in his arms, taking him back to his house. Once inside, he said quietly to Russel, “Welcome home son.”
