Chapter 253

Claire's POV Days turned into weeks as I settled into a routine. Every morning, I practiced the wolf techniques Cyrus taught me. In the afternoons, I would cook and occasionally share meals with Klein. The evenings were dedicated to Lucky's bedtime routine. Both men doted on Lucky in their own ways. Cyrus would bring educational toys and books about wolf heritage, while Klein showered her with designer baby clothes and organic food. By the time Lucky turned six months old, I decided it was time to try weaning her from breastfeeding. I needed more freedom to work and train, and eventually to help Cyrus investigate what really happened to my parents. However, Lucky had other ideas. "Come on, sweetie," I coaxed, holding a bottle of formula to her lips. "Just try it." Lucky's face scrunched up in disgust. She turned her head away and began to cry, reaching for my chest. "Lucky, please," I begged. "Mommy needs you to drink this." Her cries grew louder, her tiny face turning red with effort.