Chapter 167: Never Fed Her Child Roman’s POV The entire day Eira continued to sit in one place, observing Vixen and her kittens.
Despite being busy with their plan of getting Eira’s son, both brothers, Jason and Lucian, cooked lunch for us.
"All of a sudden change in the usual meal?" I asked Lucian.
"It’s not for us," he said. "For her."
"Something special?" I asked as I opened the lid and saw what it was.
"I read it can help females calm down, and their heat period can be prolonged without any side effects," Lucian said. "Not sure how effective it is."
"I hope it works." I put the lid back and looked at Eira. "She looks happy there. Shall I still get her to the dining table?"
"Let her be," Kael said as he came to the kitchen to get water from the fridge. "She is smiling for the first time since we brought her here."
He was right. We could see there was a faint smile on her lips the whole time as she watched those kittens snuggling against their mother. It was indeed a sight to see, so her happiness was understood.
I brought lunch to her, as none of us wished to disturb her or risk that smile vanishing from her face. While watching them, she seemed to have forgotten her pain for a while.
It made me feel that Vixen and her kittens were truly a good news. And we should thank that bastard Rafe for bringing Eira’s cat back then.
I placed the small table in front of her and her meal over it. I settled next to her and said, "They look adorable, don’t they?"
She offered a small nod. Damn, she replied without glaring at me or spitting bitter words.
"They are always stuck to her as if their stomach never gets full," I said, unsure if I should even speak, but I needed something to talk about. "But that’s the best sight to see."
She hummed again. "I wonder how it feels," she said in a low voice, lost in her own world.
Her words surprised me a little, as she had a baby as well—then why was she saying that?
"When you fed your baby, you must know how it feels," I asked anyway.
"They didn’t let me," she replied calmly, memories seemed to play in her mind. "They took him away after letting me hold him for just a few moment after I gave birth. He was crying so loud, I wanted to... but...I was weak to even stop them and went unconscious while crying..."
. Her voice choked, though she regained her composure with a deep breath. "But at least my cat and her kittens are fortunate. No one will separate them. I won’t allow it."
"You are right. No one will separate them," I assured her. "You should eat. Food might get cold. You need energy to keep watch on your pets."
She looked at the food in front of her and started eating silently, glancing at her pets from time to time, and smiling faintly again.
Any moment she spoke about her past six years, every word was nothing but pain.
The urge almost slipped from my tongue—that we had found her son, that he was coming back to her. But I held it in. I wanted to make sure he was safe in our hands first. What if things went wrong midway? And we needed to be absolutely certain she wasn’t suicidal before giving her that news.
I returned to my brothers, who had heard our conversation. Just like me, they were speechless.
Just then, Lucian’s phone rang. He spoke briefly, then turned to us after a quick glance at Eira.
"My people managed to get close to that child," he informed us, "It won’t be long till they get him."
"Even if they managed to get the kid, It’s going to be difficult to get him out of that pack once they’re alerted about his disappearance," Jason said. "We have to go there."
"Not yet," Lucian said firmly. "Our presence might be sensed inside their territory as we are Alphas from other pack—and that will put the plan in jeopardy. Wait for the next update. If we failed this time, we can try again by making a better plan to get the kid successfully. For that, they shouldn’t know whose behind it. Revealing ourselves will only make things difficult."
We agreed with our wise security head.
"If this time, our people manage to get him out of the RavenClaw pack’s boundaries, then we’ll go there personally to get the kid," Lucian added.
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That night, Lucian, Jason, and Rafe remained in the planning room, constantly in touch with our team inside RavenClaw territory and guiding every step.
Eira refused to go to her room, insisting on sleeping curled on her mattress to keep watch over her pets. This time, not Vixen, but Fluffy snuggled against her side.
"I will sleep here on the sofa," Kael told me. "I can keep watch on her."
As Kael said it, I agreed and went to the planning room with my brothers. Sleep wasn’t going to come to me anyway. And I wanted to know what’s the progress with Eira’s child. It’s night from the noon, and they should be able to get the child if they hadn’t failed.
The planning room was outside the house, where Lucian held meetings with our security and his special team. A complete high-tech setup had been built there.
"What’s the news?" I asked as I settled into a chair.
"You’re not by her side?" Lucian countered.
"Kael wants to be there," I replied.
Lucian hummed, then answered my question. "They got the kid and are hiding in the woods with the kid. Enemies are after them, but not close enough for now, probably yet to no one’s catch their trail."
"Our people were careful to not leave anything behind," Jason said, "the ones who helped them inside the pack, they have killed them already. But, still they have to careful until they are out of their territory."
"Your people are well trained so I won’t doubt them at all. But will they take care of the boy properly in all that chaos?" I asked, worry tightening my voice. "The kid must be scared and crying. How are those emotionless warriors supposed to handle him?"
"Surprisingly, the kid is quiet," Jason said, still sounding baffled. "He didn’t make a fuss, throw any tantrums when our people took him. No words, no crying, no demands—he just sits wherever they stop to rest."
Jason handed me the tablet. On the screen, the boy was sitting on a small wooden log beside a tent, eating silently while a fire flickered near him. Night surrounded the camp.
"Strange," I muttered as I scrolled through a few more pictures. In one, the child was asleep inside the tent, his expression calm. "Or maybe he’s acting smart—waiting for the chance to run once our guards lower theirs. Remember how we were at his age? Even human children are clever at five. And we’re werewolves. We mature faster than humans."
"I’ve already warned them," Lucian said. "They’re being careful. At this rate, unless something goes wrong, it’ll take another day for them to cross out of RavenClaw territory."
"I just hope everything goes smoothly," I murmured.